During my recovery from the brain surgeries someone told me, “Oh Heather. You’re so brave. I couldn’t do what you’re doing.”
Ugh, that comment still makes my blood boil, even years later. I get that she was trying to be supportive or caring, but believe me that isn’t the way to go about it.
I am not brave. I am not courageous. I wasn’t climbing a mountain or swimming with sharks for Pete’s sake.
I was trying to not die.