Sometimes you need the wilderness, other times you need to emerge from it.
I have been wandering around with such an awful resolve and sense of purpose for so long, that embracing new realities is something I'm very exited about, but it's also something scary. Until recently, I have been braced against horrible things, and that's been my normal mode of operation. Since 2011, there was a constant struggle in my heart and mind to return to the way things used to be; I struggled for a sense of normalcy, that slice of contentment we dream of obtaining and take for granted when we find it. Recently, I picked up my trembling hands and I shook the sky, the covering that held in my self-limiting reality, and I took back my sense of ownership over my life. From that sprung several things for which I can be thankful, and potentially much more. Part of it was luck, and part of it was my decision to stop living like I had been, constantly subjugated and controlled by my developed fears and weaknesses, paralyzed by my dwindling hopes for the future and anything I'd once considered a possible outcome in my life.
I'm not sure what my message is this time. Because I'm not sure what I'm taking from this just yet. I think I'm starting to understand the miraculous people in the world who live through terrible things and yet still remain fully equipped to lead a fulfilling life, filled with joy and love. Although I fundamentally needed the time I took to commit to pursuits related to my diagnosis and treatment, and solidify my plans for the foreseeable future, and I'm extremely proud of what I accomplished during that time, all of it served a particular purpose during a particular period. The hardest part of that is letting it fuse naturally into the fibers of my heart, so that it mingles with my soul and so that I will always remember. And then being able to let it go. So that I retain control of myself and my direction, as opposed to following a prescribed direction based on my circumstances. I am writing my own prescriptions now. Certain people help, and certain events, too, but the signature at the bottom is my own. I could fail, or be forcefully torn from my direction once again, but I refuse to let negativity define how I forge on.
I hope that everyone is as lucky as I am. And that you all experience the revelation that you're the only qualified guide to the wilderness within you.