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.
I have wanted to post this for a while and am just getting to it now. Whew!
“The original definition of courage is to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart.” ― Brené Brown
I think this is what I am doing by writing on this blog. I am telling the story of who I am with more courage than I ever thought I had! Deep down within me I have found some. I didn’t feel too courageous weeks ago, but as I am learning to walk on this new road I state with conviction that I am courageous. I just am.