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NORTHERN VIRGINIA, CONSCIOUS DIARIES IS A BLOG BY TINA UNRUE.
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We All Have Stuff

For those of you following me in recent days, you know I've had a setback with my vertigo, dizziness, and headaches.  I feared that it may be back for a long time or for good.  Imagine my relief when it dissipated!

Now, imagine my angst when it returned...again.

Yep.  I woke up in the middle of the night and had dizziness.  I was hoping it was just my lack of sleep and prayed it would miraculously disappear by morning.  No such luck.

This time, it didn't catch me by surprise like it did on Sunday night.  I was better able to accept it. I didn't protest.  I continued with my normal routine, to the best of my ability.  I did the Epley maneuver again, just like I did on Monday morning, this time with a smile on my face.

It is what it is.  Every single one of us has something going on.

God used others today to put me in my place.  I spoke with a woman who lost her husband after a long 10-year fight with an illness.  The same woman has two children who have health issues of their own.  Another woman suffered through breast cancer and now has more issues she's dealing with.  Another person is out of work due to neck/spinal issues.

We all have stuff we're going through.  I know my challenge is meant for me.  It is my struggle to bear.  It is meant to teach me something.  Maybe it's to allow me to help others with similar issues.  (God knows I fought for years to obtain resolution, only to find it was due to something seemingly "easy.")  Maybe it's to nudge me when I'm slipping up and not executing enough self-care to keep the issue in check.  Or, maybe it's to help me find joy in the everyday, small stuff.

I don't know that I'll ever KNOW why I have gone through this or why God may choose to allow it to continue.  All I know is that we all have a story, with one or more challenges or tragedies.  I believe that these experiences build us into who we are, if we allow them to.

To that end, I'm reopening myself to what comes.

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