I wish I could say life became easier.
Instead, new challenges arrived.
My partner—the man who had become my family, my safe place—began struggling with serious health issues, including memory loss.
I sensed I was slowly losing him.
For years, fibromyalgia had walked beside me. I had learned its rhythms, learned how to live within my limits. Then one morning, without warning, I woke to severe nerve pain in both knees.
What followed was a long search for relief.
Doctors. Treatments. Therapies.
Very little changed.
The pain touched something ancient within me—a frightened child who had always feared physical suffering. Now, my body carried that fear every day.
Then, shortly before my partner died, my son moved away with his wife and children.
I knew it was time for him to build his own life.
Still, letting go broke my heart.
The years that followed were filled with caregiving, grief and chronic pain.
And then another challenge arrived.
Painful bladder syndrome.
It seemed my body, already carrying so much, was asking me to carry even more.
Yet somehow, beneath it all, I kept going.
One breath.
One day.
One surrender at a time.
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