My mental health took a hit even with the tremendous amount of growth and good that happened this year. I went back to regular therapy sessions and it’s been an amazing journey of discovering the relationship I’m having with my values vs. action(s), my identity vs. behaviour(s). There was a lot of emotional release that came out of it, and crying was a big part of that. It was tough at first to find myself bursting into spontaneous tears (especially in public), but I decided not to fight it and accept it as they come. It’s shocking how many times I had to tell myself to extend compassion instead of putting myself down. I’m learning how to speak to myself in a manner that’s encouraging, and one that motivates me in the right way. And the minute I started shifting the way I thought about things, life started surprising me in little ways, starting with this backbend. ❤️