A reflection from January

Since I am late to the true blogging game, I have decided to add some of the posts I've made to my friends on the land of Facebook. I struggled a bit with expanding my reach beyond the controlled comfort of that social media world, but I have had enough people let me know that seeing they're not alone is helpful.

SO! I am here to remove my thought bubbles from the negativity that is painted in many social media lights and hopefully cast some positivity to what I mean to say.

Looking back on old photos I've saved, I find it funny that I never realized my own depression. I saved these things hoping for them to be true. Trying to make myself better. Some of it is a silent cry for help. While some of it is a fight to break free. Sitting here now, I know that I'm struggling. I know that I feel off, but this time I am ok with that. I'm letting myself be ok with that. I'm not judging that I just can't do that one more thing. I'm not being hard on myself for needing to sit quietly alone. I have tools now. I am learning what it truly means to love myself. It's hard. It really is the hardest thing I've done. But the moments of feeling invincible. Of feeling triumphant. Those moments are worth the struggle. Climbing that mountain. Dragging myself to the top. Succeeding. Achieving. Failing. Pushing on. It's all part of who I am. Part of who I used to be. Part of what made me. Part of what will continue to shape me.

*Disclaimer: I'm not entirely sure where I saved these from, but it was probably different people on Pinterest