I honestly thought the pandemic was the most intense thing that would happen to me in these few years.
I believed that once we were out the other side of it, that things would feel ok again.
I was so naïve.
I was so young in my thinking.
Changed. I am not who I was, not that girl that thought there was a plan, who believed things just happen.
Now I know. The plan is flawed and tests us, with things that feel too heavy to carry.
Knotted and broken.
The diagnosis of early 2021 meant things happening within me that I could not control.
A loss of something.
And left a knot inside me. It left me carrying such a heavy grief.