Slowly...

For the past year, I've felt like I was drowning--not in the literal sense, but in that quiet overwhelming way where you can't quite find the light at the end of the tunnel. 

After December, it all hit harder.

I could barely catch my breath. It felt like I was swimming in a pool with no edge, no ladder--no way out. The anxiety became constant, lingering in every moment. One day, I was riding high...and the next, it was as if the rug had been pulled out from under me without warning.

And it didn't stop there.

The anxiety and emotional distress began to take a physical toll. My body spoke what my mind was carrying--constant headaches, neck pain and constantly feeling sick. Doctors' visits, bloodwork, EKG, X-Rays, MRIs...searching for relief.  

But somewhere along the way something has started to shift. It feels good. Not perfectly, but day by day.