Today I picked a fig from the garden at work and I had a thought. I put in so much effort and waited patiently for it to be ready to harvest. Watering it and giving it the support it needs to grow. I’ve been fighting with myself for so long with mental health and sobriety. I kept thinking if I use it will make me feel better but it never does. I’ve been poisoning myself. I want to be able to grow. I want to put in the effort and watch myself blossom into something beautiful, something sweet like this fig. I know I just have to pour a lot of love and give myself patience.