a melting pot of mess
this week's "flourish friday" is about the power of being seen, not ignoring our feelings, and rewritting our narratives
*cover photo by Bart Zimny on Unsplash*
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TW: Suicide, mental health
This week has been a week of finding joy in the aliveness. You may be thinking, "But weren't you just writing about being depressed?" Yes, I was, which is why it's been imperative for me to stop and pause each moment I experience anything that makes my eyes sparkle and my lips turn upwards at the corners. More than anything, this week has been a week of remembering that even when I feel small or downright invisible, people still choose to see me.
Even though I'm sure my wallet hates me at this point, I've spent a lot of time out and about at cafes this week getting work done. I live alone, and while my space is welcoming and makes me want to cocoon inside, I know that's not beneficial right now. When I'm alone, like really alone, my mind wonders, and the thoughts are louder. So why not drown out my internal noise with the sometimes ear-shattering sounds of a city?
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