No, I am not the woman I was before, but the woman I am today shines the way God always intended for me to shine. And I am not sad at all that part of me had to die, so a greater me could emerge.
Sometimes I just want to complain about it all without someone saying you’re strong you’ll get through it, but sometimes smiling makes it easier for everyone else around you.
I approached breast cancer like any other to-do; something “I” can handle.
I want the world to know that I am living with this, but it isn’t my entire identity.
For the first time, I understood how feeling so helpless could make one believe that help was impossible.
Do you feel guilty because you survived but she did not? How do you pick up the pieces of yourself once someone or a part of you is gone?
As minorities, the last thing we want to do is admit that we need help; especially when it comes to mental health treatment.
I want to give you a few tips for creating mindfulness in your daily life without sitting down in silence. Here are a few ways to begin your practice.
Something I’ve realized since I finished treatment is that, yes we are done and that’s great but we are sent out to deal with the after effects on our own.
