I've struggled with being enough my whole life. There is no incident to recall where it all started. It's just a feeling that has always been with me. The worst part is looking for validation from the outside world. Intuitively I know this will never satisfy my hunger for acceptance, love, or just plain contentment.
I was made in the image of God. He gave me a heart for the hurting. He gave me the gift of writing. This is why I continue to share.
My heart was full yesterday as many friends shared their journey with mental health (whether they 'suffer' themselves or love someone who does) during the #BellLetsTalk campaign. It was full because I know I am not alone.
It was full because I know, I am enough.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.