The gate in front of me is wide open and all I have to do is get out of my head and step into the wilderness.
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.
I’d finally stop running and rebelling from the one person that was with me and carried me through all those hard times in my life.
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?
Starting the new year off on the right foot: sober, healthy and ready for anything that life has to bring. Celebrating day one in Sannichton…
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.
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.