I didn't know what a good life was until last June. For me, life was something you put up with. Life was something to get through. I used to wake up fearing the day. I would worry all the way to work. Work itself was an ordeal. It made me feel ill. Then I would come home reeling from the day, and fearful of tomorrow. Then the pattern would repeat itself. If you'd asked me then to imagine the life I have now, I couldn't have done so.
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