It is ironic that on the way to my therapist’s office I have to cross a bridge that is under heavy construction because my heart and mind are undergoing the same type of rebuilding.
There are rather tall sides on this bridge. Looking over the edge, there is a long drop into a very rock filled river. It isn’t hard to go across the bridge at all, but every barricade and outside force has conspired against the healing of my PTSD.
I just wish it all was easier.
I just wish the world was a nicer place to live.
Even with all the detours in my road to recovery, I keep having hope that I just need to go a little further before everything is okay again.
life as an adventure.
You have no security unless you can live
bravely, excitingly, imaginatively;
unless you can choose a challenge
instead of competence.”
Obviously, there are still miracles and I should have hope for a brighter tomorrow. I mean think about it…If I was able take this photo while driving to therapy, not looking through the camera AND just pointing the camera in the direction of the scene I hoped to capture, I can do anything.