I’m thinking I need to work way harder than before, hit the gym, hang out with friends, find some joy, and just let go a bit.
I’m thinking about all those times in my life when I told myself I was on the edge of breaking down,what edge was I even on? When was the last time I felt that way? How was I feeling? Because, honestly, most of those moments weren’t even a breakdown.
They were… nothing.
And I tell myself, “Look, stop being so hard on yourself. Build up your patience, your resilience, so nothing pushes you to that edge again.” Because every time I thought, “It can’t get worse than this,” it did.They hit our neighborhood, up and down, so close to us. But honestly, we were fine.
My house there didn’t get wrecked. After a few days, even those sounds didn’t feel so terrifying anymore.
I remember when they hit a bunch of times in a row, so close to us, and I was just sprawled on the couch, scrolling through my phone. I said, “Man, they’re at it again,” didn’t even look up, just kept checking instant news .
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