I did it—I got through another crisis, another moment in time that seemed impossible. I can’t quite believe it.
Ayden and I celebrated tonight with one of our favourite meals and some bubbles. His words of encouragement and accolades hit deep, and it was hard not to meet them with intense emotion and overwhelming relief.
But at the same time, part of me felt guilty, and I hate that.
It’s such a juxtaposition because both emotions are real, and I acknowledge them. They are worthy of acknowledgement, and I tenderly ask myself why I feel guilty.
The answer is too complex to process adequately right now. However, tomorrow is a new day with new possibilities and opportunities for hope.
So maybe tomorrow holds different strengths, but tonight calls for deep rest.
