It’s been over a year since I found the courage to ask for help.
14 months ago I embraced vulnerability and walked into a doctor’s office.
I learned how medicine could give me the shield I needed to find the space between my anixety and my authentic self.
In therapy I learned that in this space there are practices I can use to ease my suffering.
I learned what I truely believe in, I discovered my core values and built a framework to keep me aligned to them.
14 months ago I realised I was not alone.
Many of you have been on this journey with me, loving and supporting me at every step. Many of you have shared your own journeys with me. This is more than social media my friends. We have made, and keep, real connections. You guys give me energy and you fuel my desire to succeed, you are often the source of my hope. With all the paradoxical disconnection of this over connected world always remember there are hearts and souls behind the screens and devices all aching to find belonging and genuine connection.
14 months ago I realised I would be ok.
In some of the hardest months of my life, through upheaval, heartbreak, grief and loss I’ve always known I would come out of this. That the suffering would pass. That I would be ok.
I learned that in every loss and every heartbreak there is a lesson to be learned. A way to grow and a way to become stronger.