Shortly after leaving the cult I was born and raised in, fresh off a devastating divorce AND a PTSD diagnosis, I was standing at my sink washing the dishes and the gut-wrenching realization hit me that “living forever” was no longer guaranteed.
I had lived my life waiting for the next one and now suddenly I had just this life left… and I was already at least a third of the way through it! 😳
In that moment, I promised myself to go all in and suck the juice out of it from now on!🍊
It was a great plan…but I hadn’t accounted for one thing >> trauma aka my PTSD.
flowers,
books,
drag race
& cups of tea