I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what the storm’s all about.
When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.