Mood.


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. 

Joyful. 
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. 





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