The fog always clears

Even people who have experienced unimaginable pain recognize that it is impossible to continually live in it.

Inevitably, relief always comes.

I recently had a moment where it felt like the metaphorical fog over my life was temporarily lifted.

I don’t know how else to explain it other than I was walking down the street and it felt like the heaviness I was carrying just dissipated.

It was an otherwise entirely mundane moment—I was grabbing lunch and stepped outside and felt the cool air hit my face and I just felt relief.

It hit me at that moment that no matter what—the fog always clears.

When it’s there, fog envelops us and everything around us.

It immerses us in its haze and we can barely see what’s in front of us, let alone what’s up ahead.

It feels relentless and unending and as you trudge along, you never really know when you’re going to get a clearing.

All you can do is just try your best to just get past what’s right in front of you.

What we forget when we are caught in it, though, is that although it is everywhere— it certainly isn’t everything.

When the clouds finally cleared, I was able to remind myself that I am more than my life’s circumstances.

I realized that even when the haze is all around me, I am more than the surroundings that are out of my control.

It’s hard to maintain this kind of levity when you are just trying to get through what’s in front of you.

When you’re trying to just get past the dreariness that is consuming you, you forget that it won’t always be this difficult.

You forget how many times you’ve pushed through the all-encompassing grey and didn’t realize until it had already passed.

Whether you are going through something personally or professionally, experiencing mental health challenges, feeling stuck, or everything in between—it is always temporary.

The clearing often comes when you least expect it.

It’s everywhere until it’s gone.

It was a reminder to me at least, to appreciate the clear skies a bit more when they’re there.

It was a reminder that I’ve endured all kinds of weather before, and I’ll likely do it again.

After all—the fog always clears.