When faced with this subject, it might seem difficult not to slide into sadness, to plumb the depths of despair and death, to mine mortality; and tricky to find a lighter, happier, angle.
Yet I have heard of relationships forming in hospital and lasting far beyond the discharge. I’ve heard tell of people discovering themselves during that period away from normal life; more than once a great work has been created during convalescence or from the sickbed.
And I know my children would not exist if I had not had a breakdown, as my recovery led me to their mother.
Yet I have heard of relationships forming in hospital and lasting far beyond the discharge. I’ve heard tell of people discovering themselves during that period away from normal life; more than once a great work has been created during convalescence or from the sickbed.
And I know my children would not exist if I had not had a breakdown, as my recovery led me to their mother.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #371 on Velvet Verbosity
