Slow and Steady
Tonight, after months of holding in my thoughts and emotions, I opened my journal to let it all out.
But first, I reread older journal entries, and wow. 2021 baby.
I know I did a lil recap at the end of the year, but you want to know what I downplayed?
Read More: I Chose Joy This Year: Ode to 2021
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I found a lot of joy with my loved ones, in my travel, and during my experiences abroad, but none of that was without pain.
I don’t know how many entries are here in total, but I know I went to town, expressing my hurt and disdain for the treatment I received and yet did not believe I deserved.
I just want to thank me for writing about it all. It’s really a beautiful thing to be able to point back to the things, the people, and the experiences and recall how each of them made me feel. 2020-2021 were two of the best years of my life because I allowed myself to feel. I allowed myself to talk about how I was feeling, and to the best of my ability, I held people accountable for that.
I have regressed, but today more than yesterday and the day before I am reminded to use the tools I picked up in therapy. I will continue to feel. I will continue to express myself. I will continue to resolve conflict, and I will continue to release, so that I do not rot from the inside out.
Slow and steady.