A reflection on the simple joy of exploring a new place.
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.
Sometimes it’s okay
Permission to pause.
Change is hard even when I recognize it as necessary.
Always and never
Words I no longer use.
Tell me how you really feel
On second thought, maybe don’t.
Make it make sense
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?