Almost a year and a half ago, I finally got my anxiety under control, through a mixture of therapy and medication. Since then, I've learned a few hobbies, I've started cooking every day, I shower and brush my teeth regularly, and I've even watched all my favorite TV series over again - realizing I don't remember ANY of what happened in them.

I'm not bragging. I was 37 years old when this happened. But since then, I've really thought a lot about cognitive energy and space, and just how much of that is just drained and depleted when you're anxious and afraid all the time.

My biggest realization through all of this, is that I wasn't an awful person. I didn't have some innate character flaw keeping me from being able to remember the simplest of self care routines, but rather, anxiety stripped that away from me.

If you're reading this, and you feel like you're just not capable, like you're a fundamentally lost cause, I just want to offer you a tiny sliver of hope. Hope is something I wish I had, back when I was slogging through my healing journey, back when I thought trauma was my entire identity. I just needed help.

Please don't give up. Give yourself a chance to heal, because you deserve it. Give yourself a chance to heal because there is a YOU underneath all that baggage. I didn't meet Me until last year, at 37 years old, and I'm so thankful I survived long enough to find myself.

And even if you don't believe anything I just said, give yourself a chance to spite those who tried to destroy you, by untangling yourself from the web of lies they used to control and manipulate you. They deserve nothing, but you deserve to extricate yourself from their abusive fingers.

You are so much more than what was done to you ❤️❤️❤️❤️