13 years. 13 years ago today I crash-landed in the lost and found... hopelessly lost and addicted. The people that found me there didn’t promise me anything, they didn’t promise me a life free from struggle, they didn’t promise me a path free from pain, they didn’t promise me a life of wins and no losses, they said nothing about a life free from fear and uncertainty, they didn’t even promise me happiness.
They promised me a path to freedom from addiction... they promised me a life where I wasn’t my own worst enemy. Here I am, far from fixed, forever away from perfect, but still walking... still on the path. Along the way, I’ve received more than I could ever have imagined, more than I ever would have asked for... the lack of promises made sense, because they would have sold the life I had in front of me short.
I have never understood my life in real-time, I’ve just learned how to move forward and try to learn from every circumstance. Every single person that has passed through the last 13 years of my life has shown me the way... everyone that has taken the time to be real with me, be patient with me, teach me, love me, hate me, share one second of themselves or their time with me, has shown me how to live, and how to grow.
Thank you all... without you, there is no me. If you need help, it’s out there. It’s all around you... and it’s people just like you. Never be scared to admit defeat, start over, or ask for help. Get busy living or get busy dying.
