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Most times I have to write. I try to avoid it, but I can’t help putting down what is going down and it has some soothing balm for me. Like writing about my divorce and the Federal Flood and switching teams, my mother dying and the adoption of my son and everything in between.

I’ve been writing a lot lately about the second coming – mine that is – because I’ve been through the wringer and in order to stay sane I had to put words to the unreality of losing myself and finding myself again. I’ve looked in the mirror – nay, stared in the mirror – and asked myself one too many times who am I? I’m still becoming and I do like what I see but it is still a new me, a new set of clothes that I’m wearing for the first time and still getting used to.

So yes, I have to write, I’m compelled to, but sometimes I have to read. Today a friend who has a thyroid condition and who was sent to hell and back by doubling down on Synthroid sent me a link to a blog where a woman writes a post that sings to me about this and that and more. It’s about shedding your skin, taking the photo of you in the bikini from 1994 down from the fridge, it’s about looking in the mirror and smiling at the reflection.

I’m asking you to read her post because volumes about life are contained within it – about our soul’s resilience and about perspective.

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