Backward. Forward. Pushing. Pulling.
Movement. Regression. Stagnation.
Each day my head and heart do a dance. They take me on a roller coaster. Then they ride the ferris wheel. There are moments where I’m high followed immediately by moments of low. Circles. Rings. Figures 8s.
The euphoria of going up excites my belly. The dread of going down suffocates my breath. The cycle is unpredictable and unbreakable.
Whatever you may be going through, you are not alone. I’m riding along with you. Hang on tight. Please.