Sometimes only your dog understands!
I try not to dwell too much on my “old” life, the part of my journey where everything was simple. It took me a few months to come to terms with reality that it wasn’t just dream, I really was sick and bad things were happening. On top of the drama involving everyone else, there was an internal struggle. I was constantly on the go then suddenly my life dropped to nothing. I was warned about working out, being around any sort of crowd and potentially jeopardizing my health. It was like crashing a race car into a wall, the shift of momentum was brutal. I wasn’t gradually adjusting to a new routine, it was forced on me. That was one aspect of becoming rare that no one could warn me about.
