The highs and lows

My friend Autumn, wrote this on her blog:

I miss Kyiv, and I miss my life as it was 7 months ago… Since then I’ve made a temporary-ish home in Bulgaria, found a job I love, and travelled around the EU. I’m slowly losing the weight I gained from stress-eating during the first few weeks of the war, and my anxiety’s been manageable (maybe because it for once has a clear source?). I’m reading some great books, spending time with family, enjoying the fall weather, and thinking about grad school. I’ve picked up some new hobbies and have been better about drinking water and eating real food. I’m incredibly grateful, and heartbroken. I didn’t know those could exist together.

This is a hard thing to come to terms with, and I’ve been going through the same. Up until July or so I was in a real funk. But the lows forced me to get serious about taking care of myself, and oddly enough I feel better than I’ve felt in years — despite all of this going on in background.

Sometimes you need a wake up call, cliche as it may sound.