Besides a few walks and eating, I spent the day in bed. It’s been five years since I was at the worst of my health breakdown and it still seems like something that recently happened, partly because I still daily feel the effects from it. Some things I have never forgotten. Other things have faded, like the appreciation that your health is something fluid that you should never take for granted.

I was never really good about writing up lists of my takeaways and life lessons. It’s more something I’ve chosen instead to quietly carry with me. There is nothing like a deep affliction to drive you to prayer, and that is what the health issues did for me. For myself. For other people. For so many others with the cycle on repeat. That’s close to all you can do when you’re confined to your bed.