It has been a long near seven years since I have been living on my own.

There have been countless issues.

Two years ago, I was really struggling. But I hid it.

Then I crashed. I accepted that while I had to do what I was supposed to, I also took the initiative to take better care of myself.

A year ago, I crashed again, but picked myself up better.

This year, I finally got it.

And while not all is perfect, I am in a much better spot than what I was once in.

I know the battle is never over and I must keep fighting no matter how hard it is.

Because it took a lot to get here. But it also takes some dedication to stay in this spot.

It may seem hard, but that is often my anxiety talking.

I know I can do it. There was so much that COVID did its way that is still broke.

Its evidence is still there in small ways.

But as it moves in its own way, we move too.

We get better. We recover because it is possible, probable and likely if we use the right tools and do what we need to do, the right way, once and for all.

We do whatever it takes to take care of ourselves.

By being our best selves when we can.

I worked too hard to get where I am today.

I know I can keep going if I continue to do the hard work.