Slowly disappearing

Have you ever felt like you're slowly disappearing, piece by piece, only to find yourself again in the most unexpected moments?

That's been my journey lately, battling through this winter with a body that seems to be fighting against me. Chronic illness isn't just physical pain – it's a constant companion.

Some days, my mental health feels like a maze I can't navigate. The walls keep shifting, and just when I think I've found my way, another dead end appears. But you know what's strange? In this struggle, I'm actually discovering parts of myself I never knew existed.

've been questioning eveything lately – what my life should look like, what success means to me, what happiness actually feels like. It's terrifying and liberating all at once. Healing has brought me to this crossroad where every direction looks both promising and frightening. Im standing at the edge of a cliff.

its been a while since I went to a yoga class, With each breath, each stretch brings a calm to the body.

And took a moment at the beach.Sanding there, waves were loud crashing into the shore, and for a moment been present. No worries about tomorrow, no regrets about yesterday. Just me, the ocean, and this beautiful realization that maybe finding yourself isn't about searching at all – it's about being still enough to let yourself be found.

I don't know what tomorrow holds. I'm stepping into the unknown with each passing day. But I'm learning that it's okay not to have all the answers. Sometimes, growth happens in those spaces between knowing and not knowing, between who we were and who we're becoming.

This journey of slowly finding myself is a process that's messy and beautiful and terrifying and wonderful. But for the first time in a long time, I'm okay with that. Maybe that's what finding yourself is really about – embracing the journey, even when you can't see the destination.