Outside, there is a thunderstorm, but inside, there is calm. Life’s not perfect, but I have learned to dance in the rain and stand in the light. Now, when the storm clouds gather, their stay is short-lived, and I continue to make peace with the anxiety, depression, and myself. We have come to peacefully co-exist with one another, and I have come to accept them as part of who I am, without allowing them to define me. That’s progress indeed.
That’s another story. . .
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