It is said that diamonds are made under extreme pressure.
Me = diamond.
Last year, I decided I would give up my home, my community, my comfort zone, and trust that wherever I went and whatever came next was exactly what I needed.
I am now in a place that feels very tight, I have had every last part of what I deem comfortable, squeezed out of me and the sickness I spent my life trying to relieve has returned.
I am experiencing depression.
I get out of bed, I do what I can, I make some kind of life work, but I am sad and feel very alone. Something tells me I am getting exactly what I asked for.
The bills are mounting, the list of things left undone is multiplying, and at best it feels like the outside world is standing on my chest.
I am experiencing anxiety.
All that is left is for me to fight.
I will not accept the hopelessness.
I will not accept defeat.
I will not turn back.
2 thoughts on “Making Diamonds”
A big hug. You’re not alone.
Thank you 💗
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