I am currently sitting at my computer trying to churn out a mental health post because I know my mind needs it. I need to breathe a little and let go of the madness thats been happening inside my head lately but it doesn't quite make sense. I want it to sound perfect and put together, i need the worlds to flow but i realize that's what depression is - its messy. its loud. its an everyday battle i struggle to win constantly.
i found my little slice of quietness this past weekend while standing on a mountain in Barcelona, Spain.
i found her - i found the girl i had lost for a little while. she was free on top of the mountain, freezing as the wind blew but she was finally able to understand what it truly meant to love herself.