proud

 I am proud of myself. 

It's been a while since I have said or thought this about myself: I'm really proud of Me. 

For moving my body, spending time outside, taking the time to do my hair, picking out outfits I feel pretty in, opening the curtains to let the light in the house. 

I'm proud of myself for trying my best to smile more, journaling when I need to, listening to audiobooks and turning off the TV, trying to keep in touch with friends, being productive at work, leaving the house, staying on top of laundry and dishes, making my relationship with my husband a priority. 

Because for a while there, I honestly didn't think I would make it. 

And when I get to that dark place again (because I know I will, Grief is a bitch), I will have this side of me to remind myself:

YOU can do hard things. 

You can live your life while still loving your daughter from afar.

Isabela is so proud of you, Mommy. 



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