2 years worth of hard earned work. 2 years of working through emotional and physical trauma. It's an accumulation of steps that have added up to a completely new life. Letting go of things, people, and partners that no longer served me was a step. Unlocking and fixing the spine was a step. Setting diabetes into remission in month 3 was a step. Normalizing blood pressure to that of a teenager in month 6 was a step. Stronger mentally and physically than I've ever been. I still have a ways to go from where I want to be, but I know I'll get there. There is no stopping, quitting has never been an option. It was never bred into me. No rest for the wicked. Time enough to rest in the grave.
















