A wise man reminded me today that I'm a survivor.
It took a relative stranger to suddenly make sense. I'm not defined by the disaster-ridden few months of car crash, broken shoulder and tumour. I'm the same person I was before.
Time to move on with all the great things my life has to offer. I seemed to get caught up with being lucky to escape disaster but not able of re myself from it. Time to fill my head with stuff apart from hospital appointments, drug schedules and feeling unwell.
Time to get my sax out. Time to get my novel written. Time to be me.
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