I took these pictures before a concert on Friday and since then, I’ve looked at them many times— feeling weird and shameful about it, like I was being too vain— but today I realized that it’s because I look happy, like genuinely happy.
I have the energy and desire to put on makeup and try new hair styles. I’m wearing clothes that fit my body instead of hiding it. I haven’t felt like this for a prolonged period of time since before I had kids.
My Wellbutrin was decreased, I’ve been lowering my dose of ketamine every week for the past month. Therapy isn’t excruciatingly difficult. I’m working through trauma in a healthy way.
I am healing.
I am thriving.
I am balanced.
I am happy.
Be well, be kind, healing is possible