I am attempting to write about the past week. It has been difficult putting everything into words but my life has felt like such a blur. For eight days I laid in bed, essentially paralyzed. But I am here now. I am trying to be present. Every day is a battle and I am still fighting. That means something, right?
I have a few weeks to process and begin healing myself physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I hope that this is the much needed break my body has begged me for (the past ten years). When my heart is ready, I will share this life time’s painful experiences with you all.
Until then a warm reminder to: stay in the light, never lose hope, never suppress your life’s pain, and to surround yourself with people who love you (trauma and all).