Losing my job

Losing my job shook me in ways I never imagined. The first days were heavy, grief in my chest, my body tired, my spirit quiet. I hit a low I didn’t see coming. Even my body asked me to slow down. I rested. I cried. I healed. And somewhere between the tears and the deep breaths, I remembered who I am. I am not my setback. I am not my worst day. I am resilience wrapped in softness. I was at the bottom. But now. I am climbing back up.