And then you turn a corner, the sun is rising, the breeze is blowing your hair, and you can breathe again. The change is so subtle that it takes someone else to notice that you don’t look as weighed down. And you acknowledge it because finally you feel inspired again.
Four weeks to the day that my world turned completely upside down. Four weeks of nausea, of fear, of very little sleep, of nightmares when you do sleep, of no motivation to do anything, of extreme self doubt, of second guessing everything that you think, feel and say. Four weeks.
I’m not a hundred percent, not even close. But I have some sir it back, some fight, some resilience.
I still need a massage.