The journey has been far from linear. Sometimes I feel like I have it all figured out - what I’m doing with my life, my daily routines, my overall sense of self.. and sometimes nihilism creeps in and I watch the days float by as the shell of me goes through the motions of the bare minimum. I question if I’ve come very far at all and doubt my ability to stay above water long enough to really make something of myself. But then I remember that there used to be days where I couldn’t even do the bare minimum because I was so hungover or emotionally wrecked or both. And I’m reminded how far I’ve really come and with a little patience, self-compassion, and faith, I can face another day, one day at a time.
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