Nothing like ugly crying in your car on break.

I came across this post while scrolling on Facebook, so I saved it, knowing it was a sign to start writing again.

Yesterday I did 10 (girl) push-ups and 20 crunches, I was so mad at myself for struggling to do so little, I thought of the above post, and even thought I’m in a bad place, I knew it was a sign to start writing again.

So here I am, 20 mins into my break ugly crying in my car, so im going to write about it.

This journey has been one hell of a ride. As depressed as I had felt for the longest time, the void, the anxiety, as much as that hurt, who knew healing would hurt so much worse. But honestly, it’s the best pain I’ve ever felt.

It’s hard to explain a situation, when there’s a lifetime leading up to it. But in short, I’m rediscovering myself by working through walls that have been built. Today, while expressing some needs to my husband, I’ve realized how much quality time means to me.

I need it to be seen, loved, and accepted by people. This world, is so full of lies, deception, and people only out for themselves, if someone takes the time to spend time with me, only to converse or be together, thats genuine. Time is fleeting, and with the hustle of today’s world, there’s no end to what people have the option to do, but they pick me, that’s when I feel special.