At crossroads

Most people spend the first few years of their married life spinning dreams and fulfilling desires.  I spent mine at hospitals.   As someone diagnosed with an eating disorder, I lived my life out of bags, shuttling from one therapy center to another.  By God's grace, and the love and support of my dear ones, I recovered from this disease, only to fall prey to acute abdominal pain and headaches. It won't be an exaggeration to claim that I saw more of doctors than my husband during this period of strife.  My life had come to a standstill.  


Today, I am feeling much better physically, but my heart remains devoid of happiness.  I lost a huge chunk of my life due to my childishness, and I am now struggling to pick up the leftover pieces.   I know not what to do or how to go about figuring out what to do.  


Nonetheless, I am glad to be surrounded by those who love me and want the best for me.  I am trying to take it one day at a time, one dream at a time.  Restarting this blog is my first step towards a new life.