I know I have written a lot lately about what a bad year this has been for our family and there is no denying that it has been the worse year of my entire life but even in the midst of it there are things to be thankful for.
First and foremost I am thankful for the family and friends who have been here to help us through every step of the way. People who have offered a shoulder to cry on, a kind word, and their services as babysitters and drivers when we really needed them. Without our friends and family and even complete strangers I am not sure we would have made it through.
I am thankful for the many doctors and nurses who took care of my loved ones and me. The ones who taught us how to live with this new illness that many people want to sweep under the rug and ignore. I am thankful for the nurse who sat and held my hand as I gathered myself the first night on the psych ward, the doctor who took time to really listen to me and see where my problems stemmed from, and the night staff who helped me to feel safe enough to sleep when sleep was the biggest form of treatment I needed.
I also want to give special thanks to a group of moms who had my back every step of the way, praying for me, sharing their stories, sending kinds words just when they were needed and raising an unbelievable amount of money in two days to make sure my beautiful daughter was able to participate in the Overnight Walk to bring the subject of depression and suicide out of the darkness. Without the West Point Moms this year would have been filled with so much more darkness. They brought a very special light into our lives.
And as always I am thankful for running and the running community. I am thankful that I belong to a community who didn’t know all the details of our struggles yet still supported me. I am thankful that I was able to watch my sister run her first marathon and realize just how strong she is.
And I am thankful that I was able to make it through the Marine Corps Marathon with very little training but a lot of experience under my belt. I am thankful for the spectators that kept me going and for a husband who met me over and over again along the route to cheer me on.
I am thankful that I am a runner – a label that constantly reminds me of the strength I have within, the power to overcome and the ability to do more than the average person thinks possible.