This is me. This was a couple years ago during one of the hardest times of my life, shortly after New Years on my favorite island in the San Juans. This was me reaching to the universe.
I’ve not spoken about the last couple months here in this blog…but it’s been rough. Between injury (fell down my front steps, tearing my glute and injuring tailbone), illness, family crises (regarding my brother), and eating myself through NY last week (oh, that I needed and deserved after all of the other crap), I am now raising my arms to the universe again and pulling myself back up for my next comeback. As a personal trainer and yoga instructor who needs to move, being taken down by so much and not having a physical outlet for stress…it’s been a truly depressing nightmare, to say the least. I always face things head on, and always, always fight back, however long it may take.
Being physically and emotionally incapacitated by everything happening at once, I poured myself into my poetry these last couple months as therapy, and so thankful I did. Again, not expecting anyone to be here visiting, let alone the overwhelming response, just a place to store my words.
And now, just a couple follows shy of 100 in exactly 2 months active as of tomorrow. Crazy.
But most importantly…you. The friends I’ve made in this short but beautiful time.
You didn’t know what I’ve been going through, and you didn’t know you were helping me survive.
Deepest gratitude from the bottom of my incessantly poetic heart.
Love always, Em