Today, I rejoined my work gym. My first day back at the same gym that I was in 14 months ago, when I got a call that changed my entire life. It brought such #ptsd, but also such proudness. Somehow, by the grace of God I survived the last 14 months. I get a chance to be “regular” again. A chance to live everything I wished for in those treatment months. It puts what would normally be a bad or stressful day into perspective. And I return to being grounded and grateful. These little moments of regularity bringing me the most joy. So for all those in the throes of treatment, remember- one day soon, you will have all the things you are wishing for in this moment. And you will never take any of the mundane things for granted ever again. —————Hi again, gym, hi again legs day. I see you 100s, soon enough, I’ll lift you again.