During my time in Ecuador, my journal became an explosion of self love and
introspection as I learned what it means to be alive and growing.
Throughout the journey of fighting for myself, I changed in many ways. Part
of my journey is visible through the bits of writing I’ve included below.
10/12
& things still hurt sometimes. But they hurt in a growing sort of way, and
through it I know that I’m becoming who I want to be & I can still see that
life is beautiful and has been made for me (the fact that I’m in pain right
now but I’m still able to write this is encouraging, I think).
I have learned that life can be beautiful. I want to live. I am healing.
I’ve done so much. Everything is new. Is this what it means to be alive? To
look on the future with hope instead of fear? & every day the hope grows
more & I can feel the claws of anxiety that were once so deep in my stomach
lessen, little by little.
12/11
It’s amazing to sit still and quiet while everything around you is fluid
and moving and creating sound.
01/09
Sometimes your problems aren’t something you can burn. Sometimes it’s not
that easy, and that’s okay.
01/11
Realizing you want to live is the best feeling in the world. & the second
best is knowing that you’ve done that for yourself.
I contain the secret to my own happiness.
01/15
I like testing my voice.
Sometimes it cracks, but other times it holds true and carries echoes: the
resounding voices of those around me.
