It is a privilege to be able to support others in their journeys towards building a more meaningful life. I work in a prison and the community running groups and providing one to one support to individuals with a range of experiences and mental health challenges.
There are days that are tough, really tough. Days that I feel as though I can’t do enough for someone. Days that I struggle to manage my own wellbeing alongside supporting others and days that I see how unfair life can be over and over.
But then there are days like today, where I sat alongside a group of brave women who trusted me with their stories. And despite all that had been done to them, they were determined to rise above the shackles and the pain they found themselves in.
It was a reminder to me that it doesn’t matter how long it takes us, it just matters that we rise. When we have a moment of breakthrough, when we uncover an old pattern of behaviour that we bring up to the light. When we connect the dots and free ourselves, it doesn’t matter how long it’s taken to get there, but it does matters that we found a way. It matters that we found our way to rise.