The last two and a half years have been insane.
No part of me back then would have ever guessed at where I'd be today and what I'd have gone through to get here.
What comes tomorrow, I've no clue.
But I know that I'm grateful for these dark years.
Every numb moment, every tear, every question.
I've let go of so many people and ideas, and grabbed on to so many other beautiful things.
It's all been worth it. And if I could go back and change anything, I wouldn't.
I've grown and moved forward thanks to pushing and shoving my way through layers and layers of dirt.
I'm finally seeing the daylight, and I'm so ecstatic.
But my growth could not have come without the dirt.
Thank you dirt. For giving me the nutrients I needed to grow.
Thank you darkness. You're beautiful too.
Until next time.
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