It Finally Happened
After 290 + days of consecutive blogging, I have finally run out of photos. Okay, I haven’t really run out of photos. I could comb through my archives and find some b-roll to post, but I’m not going to do it. And here’s why:
I don’t need to.
I have enough other things going on in my life right now that are keeping me connected, making me feel like a human being. And I am so, so grateful. This time last year my life was getting very scary—and it was only going to get scarier. When I started this blog I had lost over 20% of my body weight, no one knew what was wrong with me, and I was pretty sure I was going to die. In fact, I kind of wanted to die. I was so sick, so terrified, in so much pain, that I wanted an ending no matter what it meant.
Nine months have passed. I have gained back most of my weight. I can eat (some) normal food. I have enough strength to resume chasing down a few of my biggest dreams.
I am still healing, and I still have a ways to go. No one knows how full my recovery will be, or how long it will take, but I can say with confidence: if this is as good as it gets, I’ll be okay.
So, I’m going to continue posting, but I’m going to drop the rigorous schedule. I’m going to post only when I feel like I have a photo worth posting, or maybe some words.
Thank you all for being on this journey with me. It is because of your support and friendship that I am right now, this second, declaring victory.
Love,
Kel
