A series of fortunate events.
Recovery from depression has changed how I relate to people.
Getting better at living with uncertainty.
Therapy is tiring, but it also teaches me how to rest.
Life is exhausting right now. There is still hope.
I’m home and enjoying being home. It’s a good feeling.
We all carry things around with us, past hurts and slights, regrets and resentments, fears and hopes. As part of this process, I’m learning what I can leave behind.
Yesterday was my birthday. It changes everything and nothing. My gift to myself is that I get that now.