Swimming has saved me over and over again. But this time it cannot.
How sad that I couldn’t regard myself with more kindness before, but how necessary it felt now that I was in constant pain.
The diary was how I organized a life suddenly thrown into chaos. This is what the human mind does; it looks for a narrative, for meaning.
What kind of story would you like to write?
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