Adopted Black Girl

I’m actually really proud of myself for not letting a tough mental episode take me out of the water. Like… really proud.

And you know what it took?

My meds.
Quiet time.
Working out.

That’s it. No grand speech. No pushing through. No pretending I was fine when I wasn’t.

I listened to my body instead of fighting it. I chose support over shame. I let myself slow down without spiraling into guilt. And that matters. I remember when there was a time when an episode like that would’ve knocked me completely off course.

This time, it didn’t.

Growth doesn’t always look loud. Sometimes it looks like taking your meds, going quiet, moving your body, and choosing yourself over the chaos. And honestly? That’s a win.

from my writing corner with love,

Teish