They weren’t the problem. I was.

This week three years ago I was beginning to spiral mentally after not consistently paying attention to my mental health.

On top of that, there was a lot of stressors and past beliefs that I couldn’t shake.

I was not making the best choices one day and the stress had reached it’s limit.

I reacted. Badly.

Things happened.

It would take time to be real about caring for my mental health.

But instead of blaming others, I began to see that I needed to begin to do the work.

Even when I believed I was done. I wasn’t.

In fact I’m still working on it.

But eventually things happened because of what happened when I lost it that day three years ago.

Things that I’d never dream of happening.

And actually being better than they ever have been.

Yes change is hard, but sometimes it’s worth it.

It allowed me to heal and process through the past.

And see that life is so much worth living.

I’m not done yet.

But I sure ain’t where I once was.

And I know I can never go back.

I’m not just surviving. I’m thriving.

And loving life.