My life has not been my own.
I've given up my own power, my own sense of self, by making excuses for all of my behavior. I've been blaming people from the past for the string of "mistakes" that I've dubbed bad decisions; one way or another, for years I have given over control of my own happiness. Last night, though, as I had a chance to finally tell my story from pretty much start to finish, I was able to grasp with new clarily that I am absolutely in control of how I move forward from here.
Armed with this clarity and guarding it with everything I have, I can finally begin to make myself whole again.
I suppose it's true that sometimes you have to really, genuinely lose everything before you can start over.
I also suppose it's true that sometimes what you think is rock bottom simply is not.
I also suppose it's true that sometimes what you think is rock bottom simply is not.
