So what was I to do? Sure I could sit and beat myself up over all that I perceived to be negative that arose from my relapse, but I also knew that I really had to get back on the horse. I needed to bring myself back to where I was, and the funny thing is is that I knew how to do it because I did it not long ago.
Because even though everything good in your life right now may seem gone and without promise of ever returning, I have learned that not only is this a delusion, but the controls for such a life, the only life you've ever known, are always before you. You just need to reach out and take hold. And there is no rush. There is never a need to accomplish within a time period. The art of healing from Lyme is a slow and steady race, rather than a sprint. You will find what is good and great in life in time, you will find joy once more, and will once again have the chance to be yourself without the filter of Lyme.
Until next time, I leave you with the words of Professor Stephen Hawking, and the enchanting voice of David Coverdale of Whitesnake.