It's working. Really it's working. This whole feed yourself before nourishing anyone else. It's working.
I'm watching myself, totally present, through this process of learning to love, let go, and love again.
I couldn't advocate for anyone else until I fought myself for myself to be a better version of myself.
Months of therapy, silence, and writing words of coal ... The season for the pain has yielded a great harvest of wisdom and I am grateful.
Truly at peace.
Depression is not curable but chasing the highs and catching them has rewards that I consider a fair trade.
Smile. Even when it's fake. Trick the mind and watch the mind make everything else feel better.
I love myself and my will to find spaces within myself that allow me to accept everything about myself.