Flowers

Even flowers grow in the dark. They find their own way into the world, into to the light. The flowers find their time to grow and fight. Even in the cracks of pavements or in the nooks of trees, flowers grow.

But not every flower grows and develops at the same speed. And I guess that is something that I could try to take forward with me. I am not necessarily going to grasp recovery at the same time as the people in group or others that suffer with mental illness.

Our live is our life and it shouldn’t be measured on where everyone else is at that moment in their lives. Not everyone is as honest as me to show their vulnerabilities so openly.

Let me keep pressing on, pushing forward to be the best version of me.

Feeling fragile and sensitive today but trying to work though it