How you bloom.

I know it makes everything harder. I know it can make getting out of bed (or going to bed for that matter) a monumental task requiring all of your discipline and deep reserves of strength. This is not depression. It’s not anxiety, although it can certainly manifest that way. 

There’s nothing wrong with you. I know. I know it’s impossible to get comfortable; I know it’s impossible to find work that will embrace this sensitivity enough. I know hope knocks you down every day. Just know that I see you, and I applaud you whether you’ve managed to get dressed or not. Because just by breathing, you are showing up. Keep showing up. Carry whatever props you need–it is a strength to know what will help you through the day. Shield yourself, and keep coming back. We need you.

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