Merry Christmas everybody. (or Happy Tuesday if you don’t observe Christmas) I do hope that you’re finding beauty in your days. I’m reblogging an old post that discusses a little bit of my life journey, filled with identity struggles, depression, and a new path toward healing.
I’d carefully climbed and mastered the mountain called “self-creation” for years and years. It was familiar. It was routine. In fact…it was my life. I didn’t know I was on a mountain, because it was all I’d ever known. Eventually, I’d reached a peak, and this peak seemed to be one of purpose and direction. Having reached it filled me with a sense of identity and worth. But after some time of relishing in this discovery, something happened. I began to slip. For a while the decline wasn’t too intense…I could still see the top and grabbed onto whatever I might to keep from falling further. But eventually, this slip was unlike other falls I’d taken. I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t see this coming. I tried to cry for help, but what would I say? What would they think? What was happening?…I thought I knew what I was…
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