There were signs all over the place; some stuck out like a blinking neon light, and some were a little harder to spot. 

Disclaimer: This post speaks about my experience with abuse. This may trigger you so please take care when reading it. 

Ah, 2020. The year of blissful peace, quiet, and relaxation.

On another planet, perhaps.

This year has been the epitome of a stressful year. A global pandemic, our country is literally on fire, a national election, murder hornets, and the constant day to day worries of life has us all feeling a little on edge more than ever. In fact, when I ask my clients how often stress is affecting their every day life, more often than not I get “every day” as an answer.

Resilient.

This is not a word I would have ever used to describe myself…until a few short years ago.

I think we can all picture the scene: a woman in sweat pants and a hoodie, sitting on her kitchen floor, buried in a pint of ice cream after just breaking up with her boyfriend.

Or something similar.

In our current state of the world, we are asked to do more with less. We are asked to be more but made to feel lesser.