Teresa McRae
The JourneyAuthor
I never much liked referring to my life as a journey but there it is. It is a journey of sorts and I find I can still be surprised at those who don’t understand what mine has been and what it is at present. I’m speaking of those closest to me. Family and friends.
I have never made a point of discussing what a day being me is like. I’ve mentioned it. I’ve alluded to it. I don’t think I’m a complainer or whiner but my journey has often been difficult.
Chronic pain and fatigue. A horrible combination. I try to explain to those who love me most but often I fall short of what I want most for them to understand.
I know they get it to some degree and for this I am grateful. I know that any lack of understanding is probably down to me not being able to give expression to it properly.
So, my journey. It had been difficult as have many other people’s journeys. It has also been joyous, exhilarating, loving, kind and wonderful in so many ways.
I choose to focus on what is good and understand that there are some things others may never truly be able to comprehend.
It is, in the end, MY journey after all.
