For the times when the world felt like it was crumbling all around you.
And knowing that familiar sensation of weightlessness and not being able to feel the ground.
And for the times that you heard the news that kicked you in the gut and dropped you to your knees.
And for the times when you heard similar but different news on other days, months, years that knocked you back into child's pose with tears that you didn't think would ever stop.
For the times where you just wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out. For the days that you still woke up and got out of bed, even though you didn't think you could.
For the times when you threatened to run away to New Mexico or Hawaii or anywhere else but here, and you were just joking, but kind of not. If someone had handed you a ticket, you would have jumped at the opportunity to leave.
For the times when you were awake, but were so numb to your core, that your awake felt like you were sleepwalking. You remember driving the car, but have no idea how you got to your destination. You were just putting one foot in front of the other and kept going through the motions. Because in chaos and crisis, that is what we do.
For the days when someone asked you what you were hopeful about, and you couldn't come up with an answer. Because the honest answer was, "I am not hopeful about anything".
For all the times you wanted to give up, resist, deny, hate and blame.
For the grievances, and the what-ifs and the rage and the pain.
For the full body exhaustion and trauma and not-knowing what is next.
And instead, making a conscious decision to rise.