If you’ve read any of my first blog posts, you may be under the mistaken impression that you know my story. Sorry to break it to you, but you don’t. One of my introductory posts, I’m a Mom/Mimi/Blogger, is just that. A brief introduction. Sure, I’ve shared some basic facts and even dropped a few gems, but you still don’t know me.
How could you, when I’m only starting to get a glimpse of who Mya truly is—at the core?
This year has presented me with a healthy dose of startling revelations, new discoveries, powerful conversations, and inspiration; it’s beautiful and overwhelming all at once. And we still have four more months to go, so I really can’t wait to see what the rest of the year has in store for me.
I’m still working out how to both share and create greater awareness for mental health and all of its complexities. Writing about my personal struggles has been quite the cathartic experience and an unexpected part of my journey. Opening up about my anxiety and depression has unblocked or rather, unleashed something inside of me. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling, realizing that as much as I have had all of the tools necessary to strengthen and nurture myself, a lot of my inner talk (and behavior) has been negative, self-sabotaging, and downright destructive.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.Henry David Thoreau
I didn’t recognize that we each have a song inside of us, just waiting to be played. Until this year.
In the meantime, I’m STILL working out the lyrics and melody…patiently.
Are you living with a song inside of you, waiting to be played?
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