When I was first diagnosed with Lyme Disease, I felt lost and alone. My health had deteriorated to the point where I barely left my apartment. I only went out for work (on days I could make it in) and food.
Each day, I tried to muster up enough energy to get things done to care for myself, but it was never actually enough. Those days were dark. I was pushing, trying, and feeling like I was in a pit that I’d never be able to climb out of. It felt like nobody else understood.
But, one day during my lunch break, I came home to make a protein shake and found a pleasant surprise waiting for me.
My dear friend, Rosie, had sent a care package.
That care package was exactly what I needed at that moment! The care package told me that I had a friend who cared, who understood, and who loved me. Even if she didn’t know exactly what I was experiencing each day, she wanted to show that she cared. It meant the world to me!
I opened that care package and cried. It included an assortment of things: from healthy snacks, to a journal, to a neat travel cup, to a sweet card.
Even though my situation with chronic illness was less than desirable, that care package brought a smile to my face just when I needed it.