Those of you who follow me on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook know that I have had a ruff couple of months. Everything has been up for revision. I am in the process of getting my health better, and I am slowly making progress. A lot of stuff has been put on pause. A lot of relations and projects don’t even matter anymore. All that matters is my health and my family. That is what happens when you suddenly get really ill. This is what I’ve learned so far:
Breathe in the good shit
Breathe out the bad shit
Review everything. Do what’s truly you. Don’t waste time on people that are not important. Forgive. Forget.
All these clichés that people post on social media and poster types of things. All these health research and meditation practices and food diaries and taking health seriously.
These things that I have promised myself I will do one day when I have time?
Well now is the time.
I feel like most of these clichés are some that I have to live through. I have to trust the universe and get better. Try to keep up my positive thinking, eat healthily, meditate, and have my twice-daily training practice for the lungs. I have to live in a clean house without clutter because if I don’t do this, I am really sick. My hypersensitive lungs react. Yeah and that’s what’s the matter. I’ve got hypersensitive lungs right now, so I basically react to everything airborne. I don’t even know what conditions will put me in the hospital again and what won’t. It sucks, but it’s my reality these days and it’s slowly getting better.
Words without actions are… just words.
So my take on it? It seems like the universe is playing a game, a game that has been playing with me since childhood. It’s called weird lung-diseases and this is the third lung decease I have to battle and live with. The first one was legionella, I was 5 years old and possibly the first person in Denmark ever to get the decease and I survived. The second one was Asthma that I had as a teenager, and for 20 years nothing has really been wrong with my lungs. However, I knew something was up in November when the symptoms started. Everything is slowly getting better, but I have literally put myself under house arrest. Yes. I have locked myself in my own house and my garden where I know my hypersensitive lungs are not reacting to anything wild. And that’s where I’ll stay for the time being. Healing.
Thank you for your good wishes and comments across platforms. It truly means the world to me.