To the One Who Feels Forgotten
Have you ever felt like life changed so much that you barely recognized yourself anymore?
I have.
Sometimes I miss the woman I used to be.
The woman who wasn’t afraid to jump in the car and drive anywhere.
The woman who could meet complete strangers and leave with a new friend.
The woman who remembered conversations, birthdays, appointments, and names without having to think twice.
Cancer changed that.
Chemobrain changed that.
A stroke and a seizure changed that even more.
For a while, I thought those things had taken away who I was.
But lately, I’ve started looking at it differently.
Maybe I’m not losing myself.
Maybe I’m becoming a different version of myself.
A version that notices the little things more.
A version that treasures the memories that stay.
A version that doesn’t take a good day for granted.
A version that understands what fear feels like—and what courage looks like.
Because courage isn’t always climbing mountains.
Sometimes courage is getting in the car and driving to your doctor’s appointment when anxiety tells you to stay home.
Sometimes courage is walking into a room full of people even though you’re afraid you’ll forget someone’s name.
Sometimes courage is smiling through the tears because you know tomorrow is another chance to begin again.
If you’re reading this and life has changed you too, I want you to know something.
You’re not alone.
Maybe your story is different from mine.
Maybe it isn’t cancer.
Maybe it’s grief.
Maybe it’s illness.
Maybe it’s caring for someone you love.
Maybe it’s simply growing older and wondering where the years have gone.
Whatever brought you here…
I’m glad you’re here.
This little corner of the internet isn’t about pretending life is perfect.
It’s about finding hope in the middle of imperfect days.
So today, I hope you’ll do one small thing for yourself.
Pour another cup of coffee.
Step outside for a few minutes.
Call someone you love.
Or simply sit quietly and remind yourself that you’ve made it through every hard day you’ve ever faced.
That’s something to be proud of.
Thank you for sharing this cup of coffee with me today.
Until next time…
Keep the coffee warm.
Keep hope alive.
With love,
Virginia
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