“Rome is build on ruins and is quite breathtaking; What makes you think you can’t be too?”

I’ve been through a lot this year; most days I feel like I’m barely treading water. It’s been stressful enough to trigger some deep depression and anxiety. I’ve felt like the world would be better off without me in it. I’ve cried at work, in front of my boss, more times than I’d like.

I’ve felt so low and utterly ruined that it seems the only way to go is up. That doesn’t mean I’ve hit rock bottom. Rather I’ve been slowly accepting the idea that I deserve better and I’ve started going to therapy since I don’t seem to be able to manage on my own anymore.

I need to get back to the things that bring me joy. I need to rediscover what some of those things are, and even find some new ones. A lot has changed in my life: I got married. I’m a homeowner. We grew our fur-family.

If I don’t rebuild the core of my being I can’t be a healthy wife, friend and fur-mom. I need to rebuild me. Maybe one day I’ll be breathtaking, too.