For the last six weeks, life has been a whirlwind. Days have merged together as I’ve been running at such speed just to survive.
There have been moments of shifting between states, transitioning from one way of being to different modes of existing and coping.
Tomorrow marks a new chapter and the beginning of what I hope will be a return to some sense of normalcy. I recognise challenges still lie ahead. There remains much to figure out and even more to learn. I’m apprehensive but also emotional at the prospect of being able to breathe again—normally, more deeply, and freely.
I’ve been waiting for this sense of safety for so long, and it feels overwhelming to finally have it within reach.
Wishing time away isn’t something I want to do intentionally, but I must be honest with myself that this has been happening for weeks now.
This is an area where I’ve truly abandoned myself, and I long to soothe that part of me that’s mourning these six lost weeks. Tomorrow, the healing begins.
