The art of knowing when to talk or when to listen is fascinating. There are the bold extroverted people whose personality shine like the morning sun. Even through sickness all beaten down and feeling undeserving they find the courage to rise and get things done. This takes me to my newly found favorite place which once haunted my dreams. I came to become so familiar not by choice but by default. Life decided it was my time as I had lessons that needed to be learnt. So as most people would, I took on the challenge and embraced the danger that was ahead. This meant sitting in the chemotherapy room and being fed many dangerous toxic chemicals. This is where I got the chance to sit back and listen to the many stories that all those brave WARRIORS shared amongst each other. It's not that I am scared to share, it is just I didn't consider myself BRAVE. My inward child screamed how dare you tell them that you are not as self reliant as they seemed to think. As I listened I realized that I needed to hear those stories being belted around the room. I needed their voices to help guide me through the moments where I felt LOST. I needed to hear it was okay to CRY. I needed those BRAVE WARRIORS words. Yes, they were going through this awful awful tragedy of losing who they once were and figuring out who they are now becoming. To all the storytellers within those chemotherapy rooms all over the world, go ahead and share your stories. We the quiet ones are LISTENING. Thank you and keep it GOING.
@kelshaedwards27
@thepantrykeeper
I am listening