365 Days
This might start off a little rocky and random, but if I have learned anything over the past 365 days, it is that it doesn’t have to be perfect. I don’t have to articulate the most perfect sentences and I am sure that sentence itself had some imperfections. It doesn’t always have to make sense. Sometimes, most times, it’s quite terrifying- the unknown, the uneasiness, the anxiousness, the fear, the hesitancy, the confusion, the restlessness. All of it. It’s all terrifying. But what is on the other side of that journey, is a beautiful story of restoration. A story of hope. A story of healing. A story of absolute, total surrender. It’s been 365 days since I sat at my kitchen table after a youth service, ate cereal and had my first full on melt down/ anxiety/ panic attack- whatever you want to call it, that I had ever experienced. I sat directly across the table from my roommate and within 30 seconds, I felt as though something overcame me in a way that I had never experienced in m