It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since Megan’s 22nd birthday. Seems like yesterday I wrote this post.
I’m glad we don’t know what a day holds, much less a year. It’s been a long year for Megan. Full of unexpected hurdles. Layer upon layer of detoxing from pathogens like fungus, viruses, and malaria. Sometimes it's harder to get the poisons out than it is to live with them.
Her hair changed color this year. From a dark brown to a reddish brown.
It's been a year of juice fasts, energy medicine, acupuncture, and fortitude.
Megan is teaching English to Somali-Bantu refugees now...people who quietly carry their traumatic past. Just like she does.
Megan lost her adolescent years. She missed her college years. But ever so slowly, her life is being redeemed. Just like Victor Hugo describes Jean Valjean in Les Misérables:
"Poverty, we must insist, had been good to him. Poverty, in youth, when it succeeds, is so far magnificent that it turns the whole will towards effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration."