Falling Apart

This is the year I feel as if I'm falling apart. I'll be 36 the end of the month, and I've had more irritating health issues this year than at other times in my life. My husband said his year for "falling apart" was when he turned 30. I remember that year for him. It was a physical and emotional struggle. Of course, I have truly nothing to complain about in that my struggles have not been life or death. But, if I can make it through the holidays to number 36, I hope next year will be better health wise.