I became a Celiac. The following year was the worse of my life, filled with nothing but nausea, frustration, pain and depression. It took 9 months to get an accurate diagnosis (I was lucky and persistent). However, it wasn't until I got my own apartment and began cooking from scratch that my health improved enough for me to start looking forward to tomorrow.
Today on my way to the lab I saw these first spring flowers poking through the dry leaves. They embody how I feel. Now I'm excited about life... I want to contribute and actually enjoy being here.