Keep Going
Ten years ago, I was grieving the loss of my first miscarriage. It was scary, sad, and confusing. Ten years before that, I was fighting for my life. Not due to drugs or alcohol, but from heavily toxic environments. I didn’t fully understand why they were wrong. I don’t think many people did back then, but I knew something wasn’t right.
Now today, I know my value. I know how to set clear boundaries with consistency without being so rigid that I can’t breathe. I have deep and profound peace when it comes to giving myself time to recharge. I meditate, write, and chase my dreams while constantly examining my values.
This is who I am because I can’t afford to be anything else. All those things I learned taught me how to live. I feel like I didn’t know how to live for a long time, but I can say with all sincerity, that I absolutely love being alive. I’m grateful for every morning I get to wake up and do all the things I love. (There are so many things.)
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