(my trainer, raising the incline level from 0 to 7 (!!) on the treadmill yesterday for a little interval training)

“I’m gonna raise your cardio if it kills me. Or you. Whichever comes first.”

And my trainer is not the only thing that’s been kicking my ass lately.

I’ve spent the past year doing tons of internal work to clear up a lot of the stuff surrounding my depression and decrease my medication. So I arrived at a really good place only to find that my depression had been masking some huge, intense, and at times, paralyzing anxiety.

So I’ve pretty much spent the past week just wanting to punch life right in the face, along with trying very hard not to peel off all my skin and leave my body. Needless to say, that hasn’t left a lot of time or energy for the funny.

What doesn’t kill you may make you stronger, but before it does that it sure as hell puts you through the wringer.