Originally posted on swimmingforhim:
I’m to that point in the summer that I feel like I need a vacation. Perhaps to somewhere like this:
Pretty much anywhere but here:
But what I realized today is that I don’t need a vacation from a place, although I probably do. What I really need is a vacation from real life. I need a time where I don’t have to worry about the medications and treatments, the doctor’s visits and the pulmonary function tests and the bloodwork; when I don’t have to worry about where I have to be when and all of the things that I have to get done; when I don’t have to think about the people hurting all around me, the scars and hurt in my own life – is there a vacation spot for that?
… No? I didn’t think so.
The closest I’ve been able to…
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