Writing has become my own personal therapy. My new best friend. My person who will listen without judgement. My true ride or die. I’ve learned that I have to be all of these things for myself because others who promised they’d never leave and would be with me “all the days no matter what” have gone.
I write to feel heard. I write to make sense of the chaos and to understand and to be understood.
I write and I share and I try make sense of the things that I struggle with and I hope that my story resonates with others who have similar struggles.
I hope you know you’re not alone and I hope you know that there are people in the same boat — just different bodies of water; in different places with different destinations.
Keep rowing your boat. Rest when you need to but keep going.
All the love. All the days.