01/09/2026
Well, August was a lot.
Can’t say it was one I’d particularly like to remember.
For a period there, I was genuinely quite afraid of myself. Things felt dark and scary, and I didn’t recognise myself.
But I’m proud of myself for listening to my body.
I took a break.
I found a wonderful gyno.
I stopped pushing through.
And, perhaps most importantly, I actually sat in the uncomfortable instead of trying to outrun it.
I’ve cried in class. Something that would previously have mortified me.
But I’m learning to own my vulnerability instead of hiding it.
There’s strength in admitting when you’re not okay. There’s strength in asking for help. And there’s strength in giving yourself permission to stop, feel it all, and find your way forward.
August was hard.
But I’m here. And I’m moving forward. 🤍
