The first person I needed to forgive was myself. I had forced my body to endure so much. I had started a new job and strived to show up completely.
I committed myself to directing a holiday play. I even taught a dance fitness class to a group of women in honor of Women’s History Month, and promptly collapsed in my bed with exhaustion immediately after.
Each day I showed up for everyone except myself. I went through five months of a flare-up from an undiagnosed disorder. It was a nightmare.
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