Resilience is one of those words I hate to love. It’s a word full of power and hope and strength. It’s a word that makes me keep moving forward into whatever comes next. It tells me I don’t get to give in to the fatigue and fear, not for very long anyway.
As my brother Jason would say, “That’s a good thing.” Yes, I suppose it is. I know it is actually, but damn it can be a lot to deal with.
Resilience means I find the strength to be brave when curling under the blankets on the couch sounds like a great escape. It means facing my fears about what might be and choosing to believe in the very best outcome for my sister. Resilience is what will get me through.