I’m pushing myself to be stronger, better, more resilient, I’m looking for logic where none exists.
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.
Maybe it comes with age, but I’m in a place of peace and acceptance now. Anxiety and depression plague me from time to time and…
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?
I’ve been able to focus my attention on much more important things, like myself and God and doing the next best thing.
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.
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.
To continue learning I must travel outside my comfort zone, yet beyond that zone are boarders and limits and beyond those, there lies the danger.