If you're anything like me, a very long illness tends to erode the goodwill attached to the "Tomorrow everything will be perfect" illusion.
Today, everything will be as good as I can make it. Today, I will be as strong as crohn's allows. Today I will take the blows and live with them.
I won't link to the blow this morning brought. I won't give the Mail or Mr Miliband any more attention than they deserve. I will share this with you instead.
Only you will understand what it really means. May it remind us all how astonishing, resilient and tenacious we are. Just to have lived this long and still have hope.
"There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond grief which leads to joy
and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open
to the place inside which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing."