I didn’t post for an entire week. I wasn’t taking a break, I was fighting for my life. The further I go into treatment, the weaker my body becomes. Yet my life never slowed down: work, travel, the gym, responsibilities I kept forcing my body to match a mind that refuses to stop, until it simply couldn’t anymore. This week was filled with fear, isolation, dark moods and endless nights. I came frighteningly close to death. I’m given another chance, I don’t know how many more times I’ll be able to stand back up, and maybe the hardest part is still ahead of me but tonight, I refuse to let tomorrow’s fear steal today’s miracle. Tonight, I don’t want to think about treatments, hospitals or what may come next. Tonight, I am home. I am alive. I am loved. And tonight, that is enough🤍