For the past three years, I have been away. Life felt heavy, filled with worries and self-doubt. No matter how much I tried to push forward, I felt like I was stuck in a cycle that never truly let me breathe. Maintenance of work, house, and even just personal hobbies felt like a chore. But what I didn’t realize then is that recovery isn’t a sudden breakthrough—it’s a journey made of small, consistent steps. Today, I’m grateful to say I’m finally on that road.
This year, I am aiming to catch up with paperwork, finishing some house renovations, and redoing my back yard. I have not figured it all out yet. But I can finally say I feel lighter. I wake up with more clarity, more patience, and more kindness for myself. The weight I carried isn’t gone, but it’s no longer controlling me. Recovery, for me, is about choosing peace over pressure, and progress over perfection. And every day I choose to keep going.
