I have allowed myself to be weak when I knew I could be strong. I’ve let myself cry when I knew I could hold it back. I’ve given myself permission to feel sadness in moments when I could’ve pushed through and blocked it.

It’s full of highs and lows. Ups and downs. Beauty and pain. The dynamics of life.

These last few weeks have contained many difficult, isolating moments. I've felt lonely and overwhelmed. I'm guessing you have too. I've questioned how to keep moving forward when all I want to do is stop.