Most days lately, I find myself under this heavy shroud and it just seems beyond impossible to get out from underneath it. No matter how hard I try. No matter how many hot baths I take. Or walks around the neighborhood. No matter how many yoga or Pilates classes I go to. Or books I read or guided meditations I follow along to. The shroud remains – and it really does suffocate your every will and being.
My Mental Health Journey 