Who slows down anymore? Life is a train. You either keep going at high speed or wreck. That's how I saw it. And you know what? That's how we are conditioned. We live in a world that is constantly moving. I was diagnosed with COVID a while back. During isolation I found myself having to slow down. I read, wrote, did word art, cleaned, and called people. That's it. For two weeks. I was tired, achey, and feverish. I got the chills and spent a lot of time being sluggish. It was relatively mild over all, and I'm grateful for that. But through it, I slowed down. And now? I know what's important. It sounds cheesy but it's true. I know I want to be able to articulate what I believe. I know what I want to stand for. I know who is really there for me. I know who loves me. I know who cared to reach out when I dropped from the face of the planet. I know I want to do whatever the hell I want to do. And that's okay. I know I want to continue to grow and learn about myself in therapy. I know I want to believe I'm worthy, that I'm capable.
I will do these things. Not for my family, not for my friends. For me.