As a 25 year old living on my own in Chicago, there is oh so much that has been consuming my brain… ie: Should I really be signing up for half marathons and even full ones months in advance, knowing good and well a trip to Trader Joe’s right down my street has me overwhelmed to the point where I am calling mom asking for a friend?
I’ve recently taken leave from my full time job and gone into a program that is designed to help people manage their lives alongside their mental health. This isn’t my first time being in a program, and I pray that I have the strength to not only make it my last, but be a branch to others who need this help. There are, of course, moments I can’t see the forest amongst the trees. It happens… and, I appreciate and admire the incredible patience, knowledge, and true connections that are built during these times. It really is such a raw human experience to see people who are also struggling still extend a hand at every point possible to help the person next to them. It’s beautiful, and in my eyes… God-given.
I want to start this blog because I know healing isn’t linear and, I know there is purpose behind pain. I know there is so much I have to learn, and there is so much I already have learned. I have sailed around the world, graduated from college, started my first big girl job while living with my best friend from high school, moved in with a boyfriend of 10 years and got a dog with him, experienced a heartbreak I never thought I would be able to get past, experienced the loss of my dad at an early age, and the list could go on like it can for you reading. There are life moments that are unforgettable, and life moments I have thought about doing anything to forget.
With that said, I’ve always been a writer, and I miss it. This is how I am choosing to heal.