If you would’ve asked me 3 years ago what my life would look like at 24 I would’ve told you that I would be dead. 3 years and a whole lot of therapy later and here we are. Incredibly grateful for another trip around the sun surrounded by the best people possible 🤍
I made fun of how unreliable my sister’s car was and now I’m driving my parents’ minivan because my car broke down… some might call this karma and some might call this my thirteenth reason
I really took living with my parents during the holidays for granted. Now I have to worry about how I’m getting home after finishing my 6th glass of wine.
My therapist said this the other day and I feel like everyone needs to hear it:
Trauma is an injury and you are responsible for healing it so you don’t end up bleeding on the people who didn’t cut you