Jump Creek

We went to the waterfall at first sign of warmth. If you know me, you probably know I love adventures. Similarly if you know me you probably don’t know how often anxiety and depression touch my life. I’ve gotten extremely good at deciding what I do. Often that means it’s important to me to not let anxiety or depression dictate how and when I function. But the reality is regardless of how I act, it touches my life and changes me.

I’m really proud of how strong my muscle to live intentionally has grown in the face of what can be pretty devastating emotional depths. I’m stubborn and it has served me well in standing up to emotional upheaval. That is not a new dynamic. What is new is the space I’m creating to allow my struggle.

The kindness and acceptance I am learning to extend to myself is new. I’ve always tried to lead where I want to go and not where depression or anxiety wants to pull me, and sometimes that would include the ‘bossing’ and belittling of myself.

This waterfall adventure was lived through the waves of unprovoked and unrelenting anxiety. I felt at the mercy of some unseen power that would inject pure adrenaline and high alert into my veins and head.

And I was able to move forward, intentionally, patiently and kindly with myself. I just wanted to share. Because sometimes silent battles need to be given a voice as well. And sometimes it’s important to realize behind every picture or moment there is real life. Beautiful and hard.

Finn kept picking up sticks and thrusting them towards the waterfall while scream-singing at the top of his lungs Elsa's 'Into the Unknown!'

Last time we were here