Things We Forget

Accepting that I needed help was hard, because independence felt like my identity.

Turning down a high-paying job felt difficult, because money didn’t align with my values.

Taking a break from social media was tough, because I relied on it for connection.

Letting myself rest after burnout felt like the hardest choice, because I equated rest with failure.

Saying no to a family expectation challenged me, because the guilt shaped so much of my life.

Choosing to go back to school felt heavy, because I had to face all my classmates when I could barely walk.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was walking away from a relationship I cared about. It hurt, because love didn’t fix the deeper issues.

Moving to a new city challenged me most, because I feared starting over alone.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was the decision to fight back and recover from my brain injury instead of accepting reality as it was and losing all…

Every year, my sibling makes apple crisp with oats and brown sugar. It is always very tasty.