I’ll never forget that day when I discovered what was causing the less-than-pleasant way I’d been feeling. I zeroed in on two, small, navy blue votive candles I used to enjoy.
I'm not where I want to be yet, but I recognize that I am far better than I was this time last year--in many ways--and that's all that matters.
Once gluten free, and feeling immense personal improvements, I felt that I could look in the mirror and finally say to myself, “Oh, there you are, Debbie." (I shared my personal journey in my post, 40 Years in the Dark.) As the years progressed, however, I realized that I only found a part of me.