Baby steps. I've learned that even when I laugh and crack jokes, my brain always knows when I'm hurting on the inside - and I've been hurting a lot. So cue the distractions. I'm learning to tell my brain that it's okay for me to feel sad, and angry, and lonely, and anxious. It's safe. That's going to take some practice. A lot of things are ramped up and on the move, even some new stuff that actually makes me laugh out loud, it's so ridiculous. But I'm also moving more, and with more confidence. Because that's okay too. I'm not broken or damaged. I just have some sh-t to work though.