This Tiktok post resonated with me. He says that a version of myself 10 years ago would do anything to be where I am right now…

It’s true. I would have given my kidneys to be where I am now: secure, at peace, with thriving happy children, and surrounded by family and friends. My friends are just a lunch or dinner away.

Ten years ago, I was burning the candles on both ends and I was slowly dying. Yes, the version of me 10 years ago would have given so much to be where I am now—but I wouldn’t have any idea of the painful road I took to be here.

I reflected on this as one of the people I’m mentoring told me he is winding down his antidepressant intake and is now preoccupied with going to the gym for some serotonin boost. He said he didn’t know how we was able to pull through with work given what he was going through with personal life. I said we always get destroyed in the process of growing up, to become the better versions of ourselves. We will always pull through because we are meant to go through hell before we metamorphosize into something else.

Some time ago, I realized that part of my journey is the companionship of my cats. They’re an integral part of my healing and I don’t know why. My cats are obnoxious, especially Kimchi, but I know she loves me so much.

Wherever I am in my tiny house, she is there. Even follows me to the bathroom. 😑 When I’m away, she waits for me in my room or by the door. Same with Sushi. I asked Twin I one day last week, what were the cats doing all day when we were still living in QC? She said, mommy, the cats were always by the door, on top of the shoe cabinet, waiting for you to come home. 😭 ❤️

I don’t have to look for love in the wrong places. It’s just right here at home, with my girls and my cats.

Yes, we are always meant to pass through the gates of hell but we will pull through with the right support system.