I look back and see that for much of my young adult life I was a withered and sickly little tree. Then as I felt I was beginning to get a handle on adult life I was smitten with the effects of bipolar as with the East wind. While still learning to balance in that storm when I began to gain my fitting professionally I was attacked by a Matt like a robber laying in wait for a vulnerable traveler on an ancient road. That shredded my psychological safety until the pandemic gave me cover to pull my limbs inward to a sheltered position and focus on home life. While the ravages of extended unemployment did another number on my psychology at least there was tangible progress at home.
Now, even after two months back at work I still see scabs from my accumulated wounds falling away. I am stronger, more weathered, and more confident than ever before but still not fully healed and not yet at my full potential.
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