What does progress look like?
Tonight progress is sitting on a stool eating a microwave meal, sort of crying but more sniffling than proper full on tears.
Tonight progress is sitting on this very stool and not laying down on the kitchen floor. The kitchen floor which I sit on and cry. The floor I lay down and cry on when I feel my world is falling apart, but not tonight. Tonight I’ll sit on the stool.
Tonight progress is asking for help. Asking for someone to watch my son for an extra hour to help me process my shitty day in peace and quiet.
Tonight progress is reaching out to a friend and not being ashamed to say today has been really really hard for no particular reason and I can’t cope.
Progress is that I am.... not ok but I’m not in pieces about it.
My progress is small, but it is progress.













