Illness changed the size of my life and I am still measuring the loss. I did not realize how much identity lived in ordinary plans until those plans stopped fitting. I grieve the energy I used to spend without budgeting. My body keeps rewriting terms I never agreed to. I miss the person who assumed the future was a hallway and not a locked door. It is strange to be grateful and grieving at the same time for what remains. It is strange to be grateful and grieving at the same time for what remains.
For who I was becoming