When I was that girl
Today I needed a reminder that a few years ago, the woman I am today was just the far-off dream for a girl who sometimes couldn't get out of bed because her heart felt so heavy and her life felt stuck. Her dreams were big, but her worries were bigger. That girl couldn't stop grieving, when wave after wave of sadness was emptied on the beach of her life. This woman? She can't stop dancing morning, noon, and night...because when she hears a good beat, why not? That girl back then didn't know if there was life after depression. Life was only ever a silver lining on a bottle of pills and endless tears on the pillow. This woman has fought for her dreams, hard-earned: blood, sweat, tears, and everything in between. And now it's been worth it. Laughter is now! There is joy on the other side of hopelessness, as it turns out. That girl was desperate and looking for answers about what was wrong with her. This woman knows some of those answers as far as th...