The Tales of Virago-- A Beautiful Mess

      Each day I rise from bed it feels as if I should get a prize. Perhaps a standing ovation, or a big cup of coffee and a "great job!," but honestly-- I'd be happy with a good night's rest.      When the thought of rising seems to be a bit heavy, I think it is important to rest. Otherwise, burnout is imminent-- but as always, I am not so good at heeding my own advice until it's a bit too late. The damage was done.           I haven't quite figured out the words to describe not only the relief, but also the unrelenting panic that race through the mind when you find out that once again, you're going to live. I believe my nine lives have been used many a time, but by grace-- I am still here.     The mind is both a beautiful and infuriating thing.        I know however, that I am not the only person who faces these challenges, and unfortunately-- I will not be the last. However, there ...