03/30/2022
This photo has been sitting in my drafts waiting to be shared for several months. I saw it today and thought to myself, I barely even recognize her anymore. Then when I read the caption I originally wrote I choked up.
I choked up because it was a reminder of how far I’ve come, even in just this last year.
Here’s the original caption:
“As I heal more and more (thank God), I’m reminded of the dreams I had to let go of to survive. Truth is, I feel a strong pull to chase those dreams once again but the lingering fear is palpable. How do we trust our bodies can handle the things that once brought us to our knees?
I guess that’s the path I’m on right now, learning to re-trust my body and my capabilities. Learning to trust that I can take risks and even if they don’t work out, it’ll still be worth it.”
The crazy part is I remember writing this out, I remember feeling so unsure of how much my body could handle. I remember trying to quiet the fear that was telling me I wasn’t ready.
Reading this today I feel so proud of myself because I can honestly say I’m not afraid of taking those risks anymore, if anything they excite me. Because for the first time in what feels like forever, I trust my body. Sure, I may need to rest more than the average person. Sure, my health impacts my plans from time to time.. but I’m able to live. Like really live and enjoy each moment without spending so much energy just trying to push through.
I’m healing. Every day, in every way;
and I’m just so grateful I could cry.
If you’re in the thick of it, whatever “it” is, let this be your reminder to keep going. Good (even great) days are just around the corner.
📸: .jonsaw