It’s that time again I put huge pressure on myself. It must be some brain-chemistry thing that sometimes just switches. Suddenly I feel like whatever I’m doing isn’t enough.
But I know this will pass.
Sometimes it feels like everything we’ve been through is following us. But it isn’t. Every day is day 0. Nothing carries over, not the weight, not the mistakes, not the fear, unless we bring them with us. I’ve lived through heavy things. I don’t live there anymore. This blog is where I remember that.
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