We had a spider plant that lived in the kitchen.

Because I have daily migraines, the house is usually dark and I I sometimes forget to water the houseplants on a regular schedule.

This poor spider plant was completely dead except for one little green bit growing toward the crack of light let in through the shade -- so too with us.

When chronic illness and pain shut out the light of what's familiar, our habits, the things that we used to do, the things that bring us joy, it's hard to know how to keep our spirits afloat.

We must also grow towards the light.

Loss of future is one of these casualties - the future I had and also I stopped planning a future.

How do we start writing ourselves back into a new future? That's the light! We need to make plans, and generate things to look forward to. Perhaps a weekly podcast or an author's upcoming publication, a friend's phone call.

It's worth figuring out what brings you joy and meaning and grow toward the light.