Struggling with my mental health has felt like a losing battle recently. But one thing about me, no matter what is going on in my life, lifting will ALWAYS be my most consistent safe space that I can count on myself to show up for. I was on day 13 of my period, bleeding out heavy heavy, an irregularity I was told was likely due to stress. Warm ups didn’t particularly FEEL great, but they were moving. I’m still working on cultivating confidence going into one rep maxes, because I always get into my head and my brain will single-handedly sabotage a lift that I have the physical strength for. I failed twice this day, as well as on additional attempts before this day as well. I let the preexisting anxiety consume me altogether and just took a walk outside to cry it out and breathe, then went straight for the 3rd attempt 1 hour and 40 minutes later. Little progress is still progress and this helped stack some faith in myself. I got this. As long as I keep choosing to show up. ❤️‍🔥

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