One of the biggest mental traps I fell into after being diagnosed with chronic illness was that life as I knew it was over. There was some truth to this. I was diagnosed with chronic illness about 20 years ago and my life has never been the same. But that doesn't mean I've let go of my hopes and dreams.
When the seasons change I tend to get nostalgic, reflecting on the season past. What was memorable? Did I make a difference? Will I remember what happened five or ten years from now? There is no right or wrong answer. Some things I will always remember, some things I hope to forget. This Summer was no different.