It doesn’t matter; I still care

Managing my energy around caring.

i carry your heart with me

Returning to my center isn’t coming back to a place. It’s coming back to myself.

Permission to pause.

Change is hard even when I recognize it as necessary.

Words I no longer use.

On second thought, maybe don’t.

It makes sense that we like it when things make sense.

Different emotions produce different responses. Some stick around a while.

Are people at work treating me differently because of my transparency about my mental health journey?

There isn’t a cure and there’s still hope.