It’s been a rough month as I have struggled with some professional decisions, but then today Mr. Smith helped me remember something very important: I am stronger than this.
I haven’t been able to eat or sleep much due to the stress, and I’ve turned into a cranky witch. I’d like to say it has just been the past month but it’s been the last few years. I used to think that “having a breakdown” was a myth, but after I experienced two panic-induced attacks where I almost passed out from hyperventilating, I’m a believer. I see two paths out of this: crack or grow through it.
I realized something else tonight: we are stronger. I’ve had my head down in my own little rut for awhile now trying to survive. Around me I’ve had friends lose their loved ones, their health, jobs… and yet somehow we are all still standing. My friends and family have helped me see things as they really are. They’ve helped me see beyond what I thought was a wall.
We may feel trapped by our situations but the prison is an illusion. We have choices, we can change. We are stronger.
