I’m pushing myself to be stronger, better, more resilient, I’m looking for logic where none exists.
I was dying for a lot of years, yet through immense pain and the gift of desperation, and now dealing with grift and loss, I’m able to start living again, and you can too.
Faith takes immense courage, courage takes strength, strength takes tenacity, tenacity takes endurance and endurance means letting go.
It’s not easy but it is possible. You are the one on this journey, no one else, so don’t let people tell you what to do or influence you to do something different than what you know to be true for you.
At the beginning it seemed impossible to get my head wrapped around that notion. How could surrender ever bring victory?
Sharing a laugh, embracing in a hug, holding hands, talking in conversation — the kind of stuff that can’t be wrapped in paper and a bow.
One day a brave man came into my life. He gained my trust. He was gentle and kind, and I was not. I never liked anyone who got too close to me, yet his persistence and patience was intriguing to me.
Take a trip in your time machine, look back at all you have achieved, you’ll be surprised what you will find.
Life was this constant race, either I was running, or being chased — always on the go. I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t stop. I needed alcohol to fuel myself; the more I burned, the more I needed.
At the beginning of this new journey I made an oath to be willing to go to “any lengths” – but what does that mean exactly?