During a session with my therapist yesterday, she said something that struck me to my core.

“You are a work in progress.”

There was discussion surrounding that, but her statement flipped on the light switch. I could suddenly breathe again. I’ve been holding my breath for decades.

It’s a simple statement with an ocean of meaning. I don’t have to be completely healed right now. I don’t have to completely have a handle on all of my mental health symptoms. I don’t have to be perfect. The important thing is that I continue to work through my issues, work to manage my mental health, and work to be the best version of myself.

I am a work in progress. We are all works in progress, and that’s okay.