A journal on mental health

I haven’t been at my best these past few weeks. Anxiety about what? I'm not exactly sure.

Stress and pressure have taken over my body – migraines for days at a time, tense muscles, and eyes constantly burning from trying to hold back tears. I'm not ready to cry yet though. I need to identify what the tears are about. That way, when I release whatever it is, it's for good. This is the ebb and flow I write about. This is the duality I've mentioned. Life can be both beautiful and exhausting at the same time. I can be grateful and anxious as I am now.

As we draw the curtain on Mental Health Awareness Month, I am writing this hoping someone would feel seen and comforted as well. It’s okay if you haven’t figured out the full picture yet. It’s impossible for you to. If you think about it, you can only add up the pieces as they come. I'm talking about life – your dreams, your place in the world, the love you want. You accept that you'll never have control of the unknown. I'm talking about you surrendering to the way you feel, surrendering to the way you're evolving, surrendering to the way you're changing and the way things are changing around you.

All you can do is plant your feet, breathe, and stand. And if the wind blows you one way and you feel like you want to go, then go. Don't be afraid to land somewhere unknown. You can bloom wherever you're planted. Take it from me, I've gone with the wind many times, found the ground beneath my feet everywhere I've been, and I bloomed. I will keep blooming. I am enjoying being wild and free, and I've also loved being planted.

Most of all, I love how my pieces always come together time and time again. This is life—allow it to fall together.