Sometimes the weight of those suffering with hepatitis C moves me to lose track of myself. I feel compelled to boost the spirits of others, almost as if my life depends on it. However, if I lose my bearings, all I can see is hepatitis C, the suffering, and the seemingly endless pain. When that happens, I have lost my perspective—like someone caught in a snowstorm, wandering around in circles, unaware that the road home is alongside.
The solution for me is to stop, take a break, and pursue something pleasurable. Beauty and music can be transformative. I need to turn my brain off and my delight on. This photo of the view outside my home office reminds me that spring will come again. The same is true about hepatitis C—hope is always around the corner.