It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been wanting to write. My blog sits empty, my journal sits empty and here I also sit, empty. Life still feels so chaotic. I still feel lost and wandering.
They say that time goes by so fast, we should just take the time to enjoy it. Easier said than done, but sometimes we give it a try. 2020 kicked all of our asses in so many different ways. I felt like there were so many times that I was just breaking apart. My world was crumbling around me and I was just sinking into this big, black, dark hole. I crumbled and broke. I was there staring at the ground, crying and telling myself that I just can’t do this anymore. I took sometime to find myself. To try and gather all the pieces that shattered. Although it wasn’t long enough, it was fruitful. I dove back into life with a new focus and started to strengthen my backbone. I knew that if I didn’t change the things around me that I could control, I would never grow. I needed to grow. I still need to grow.
Life really is too short. The time flies by and we are so caught up in exhausting ourselves at work, that we forget to focus and give ourselves some time. That’s the reason I started this project. It was my words, my journey, my grief. It’s where grief has taken me and how it has forever changed me. It was my focus to make mental health less of a stigma. It was to educate, to help, to change the view of mental health. It was to capture my journey and open myself up for everyone to see. For people to ride along on the wins, losses and everything in between.
Now I sit here looking back at this journey so far and seeing how I have grown. I am not the same person I was three years ago. I’m still broken and shattered, but I feel somewhat of a renewed sense of self, back to focusing on what my needs are. Back to working on this project that I started. Back to finding out what inspires me in life. What inspires you?
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