I was diagnosed with systemic lupus erythermatosis on Monday, April 25th, 2005. I had NO symptoms before that day, aside from the worst migraine, stomach cramps, and nausea I'd ever experienced, which didn't hit me until the night before.

I was twenty. To the twenty-year old Me, this was devastating. I feared my battle would mirror that of my mother's: extended hospital stays, progressive muscle weakness, endless mysterious ailments, and an no "better days" in sight.

Thankfully, after my body gradually shut down, things (obviously) turned out completely different than anybody else (doctors included) thought: I awoke from the coma. I survived.

I have previously written about this experience at great length HERE ("heavy") and HERE ("3 years later"). As one could imagine, those months were life-changing. In addition to a drastically weakened immune system, I developed a sharper focus and more positive outlook on life. Now, challenges excite me, and overcoming even small obstacles is thrilling and worthy of celebration.

My experiences also explain why I'm so turned off by people who lead empty, inactive, unremarkable, unfulfilling lives.

What's the point?

I'm thankful to be alive.
I'm thankful to be alive.
I'm thankful to be alive.
I'm thankful to be alive.
I'm thankful to be alive.

Amen.

Good Night.