Reflection on Dysautonomia

I am learning to listen and not push. I am learning that stretching doesn’t always mean going further… sometimes it is the activity I do just before bed or maybe it is honoring the edges of my boundaries.

There is grief AND possibility. There is movement AND pause. There is acceptance AND humility.

Mostly, there is wisdom.

If you are leading a salty life with Dysautonomia, please share what it means to you to live in the AND.

I want to hear. 🩷