Sundays. I remember growing up and feeling a lot of anxiety on Sundays because I was anticipating all the stresses of the coming week. This has changed. Now I embrace every breath I have — regardless of the day of the week. I love the structure and security of going to work on Mondays. Knowing I can arrive and offer my best.
I don’t sleep well anymore because I’m scared of slipping over to the other side. I am on edge and looking trauma straight in the eye.
I had an appointment at Stanford this week to receive a second option about my surgery. The meeting confirmed that I am solid and confidant with my surgeon and plan with at UCSF. This is something I feel good about.
This photo is from a hike I took earlier this week at Rodeo (Roe-day-oh) Beach. it feels so good to be in nature, to take time for myself and to re-evaluate, to breath, and to know from here on out I am choosing my path. That’s it. As perceptive and thinking beings, we are responsible for our own (mental) health and happiness. It may not be easy, often it’s not. But each day I wake up and TRY.
I made a delicious Tortilla Española yesterday. Any time I can get up and inspired to cook I know I am in a good space. Making time for me.
I am testing the GoFund me waters too. I resisted this for a long time, but frankly my medical expenses are not sustainable. How did I get here?
If you are so inclined, any support, or sharing this would be welcomed with Love. https://www.gofundme.com/leah-rosenthal
