I Asked for a Feather. I Got a Hammer.
After six months of rebuilding herself from the inside out, she finally felt good again. Then she went back for the lowest possible dose and trusted she had bee
Bluer Skies
Post 8 of 10
So I said yes. And then I did something nobody saw coming. Not even me.
I left for Florida for the winter — and I let myself stop.
That first month, I decompressed. Really decompressed, for the first time in two years. I turned inward. I sat in my own quiet instead of running from it. I got back on routine, slow and gentle, no one watching, nothing to prove.And something started to happen.
My energy came back. I was sleeping through the night — through the whole night — which meant I could actually wake up for my workouts, so I did. I started moving again. I picked up pickleball, of all things, and fell a little in love with it. I was laughing. I was happy.The sky looked bluer.
And here's the thought I couldn't shake, sitting in all that sun: maybe the sky wasn't bluer because of anything anyone prescribed.
But it wasn't just the sun, either — and I knew that, because I'd been here before.