Yesterday was... ROUGH. I opened this account and have begun piecing together my blog, because I wanted to share, I wanted to put myself out there, authentically and without filter (ok, ok, I filtered this pic, but in my defense the lighting in here is terrible). I wanted to let other people know it’s okay to be you, even on your worst days. And yesterday was one of those days. I felt utterly worthless, I cried to my husband that I’m not a good a partner to him, I’ll never start actually writing the blog, I’ll never get a spiritual business off the ground, I am worthless, a burden. I spent most of my day in tears, wanting to find a rock big enough to hide under.
In the midst of drowning in all of this, I remembered my promise to myself to be a lighthouse for others drowning in their own shit. But yesterday, I just couldn’t do it. I took a few pics but the post never made it past the first sentence. I didn’t feel worthy enough to even string the words together. I am still learning to ride the waves of days like these, many times the rip tide knocks me over like a 6-year-old braving the surf at Jones Beach. Yesterday I was dragged under. But as the sun went down, I found my footing in the sand again. I stood up and saw how far away from shore I’d been dragged. And I swam back. You can too. It’s not about how many times you get dragged under, it’s about coming back up.
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