Today I worked for three solid hours on my book! My goal is to write at least one hour each day, and this past week that did not happen. I tend to prioritize, well, pretty much everything over sitting down to work on my book. Honestly, writing is not easy for me. It's not only the crippling self-doubt, but also the content. It's like ripping off a huge scab every time I open up the doc with my manuscript. So many memories. So much pain. BUT. When I read the words I wrote even three months ago, I'm reminded how far I've come. I am healing. Life's not perfect and I fluctuate from day to day, but I am getting better. I am okay. I am okay. I am okay.