I am Grateful for Laughter
I speak and write about feelings. I cry every day. I meet with others to express our struggles. We discuss our diagnoses and our pain management quests. We gripe about our providers, and the finances and tenacity required for any sort of forward movement. We live our vulnerable lives, and we share them. It’s necessary. It’s how we find support and build resilience. And I’m grateful for the people who meet me there.
You know what else I’m grateful for? Laughter. That’s why I take silly photos, dance around the kitchen, and lip-synch obscure 80s hits into a banana microphone. That’s why I drink wine through a bendy straw and make weird faces and tell exaggerated stories.
I love laughing and I love making people laugh. I appreciate quiet giggles and suppressed snorts. I’m enamored with shivering, silent titters. I gulp up those head-thrown-back exclamations and gut-clenching gasps. My favorite sort of laughter is when I have to hold my heart in my chest while tears roll down my face. Oh my stars, that physically painful laughter- “Stop! Stop! I can’t laugh anymore!” What a freaking treasure. To laugh, and to witness the laughter of others- the purest, most palpable joy in my life. I am grateful. I am grateful. <3