a single step. a steady and consistent speed.
I try to keep moving. There’s a perception of laziness that comes with rest, with celebration, so I find that I don’t do either. And if I do have a moment where time stops, that’s all it is. A moment. For the longest time, my identity was found in how hard I worked, how well I took care of the people around me. I was determined to keep my focus, to maintain my grades, to do everything within my power to make sure nothing fell apart. Only, I began to notice that while everything around me was stable, I was the one breaking.Read more