Counting my Blessings!
It isn't easy always, to feel grateful for all we have in our lives, especially when our days are filled by a chronic health condition and one that is rarely believed or understood. As a child, I learned to be grateful for the days when I didn't make my mum angry - it was hard enough on the days when she wasn't! She was a formidable woman and didn't necessarily like her children, or at least that's what she told me, but she had more of a problem with me, even though I was quite a shy, timid child. . I know she would have preferred to have all boys, but it's the girls who helped in the house, saved pocket money, and did the shopping! The boys - well, they were boys :-) anyway, I'm taking a U-turn again - is that the Fog? That 'lesson' of learning to be grateful has carried me through a lot of dark times. I loved nature and felt at home when I was out walking, talking to the frogs and newts, or collecting insects, so that I could observe their b...