My summers in Michigan.
Grainau, Bavaria, Germany.
It’s so crazy to me how relatable certain parts of life are. I lie here wondering how in the hell I’m okay, how so different it is this time around. Then I remember sitting through every boring lecture in my human health and disease class and faintly hearing my professor talk about how incredible our bodies are. The first time we get infected with an illness, our body aches, let’s it all attack at once, and let’s it stick around for awhile. But the next time that illness comes back, we remember. We know how to react this time. It doesn’t get to hurt this time. It doesn’t even get let in. Our bodies know. And well, my heart knows this time. You were my illness, the ache in my skin and bones, and while I may still feel you creeping up on me, I know how to respond. Even better, I know how to heal.