Choosing to be sane.

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Tonight, I come to you (not so) fresh from two days in the hospital. I am not too interested in telling details but I’ll say that I was the visitor and not the visited. There was no death involved unless you count the death of silence and there is now a nagging hope of a new tomorrow; one that simply by showing up, I have pledged to make time for.
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Hope really can be a nag; often right up to the point it turns into hopelessness or blossoms into health.
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