Lately the road I am traveling on feels cold, lonely and bleak. I didn't want myasthenia gravis. I didn't want diabetes. I don't know how to handle all this.
The road ahead feels threatening. Thinking about it makes me worried and exhausted. Sometimes I want to quit.
But, then I see a bend in the road. If I follow the bend in the road, if I keep my wits about me and don't surrender, the road will lead me to a quieter place where beauty is found.