My story is one with a beginning, but no end. It is a story that continues to evolve and change. With each season that passes, a new me rises from the ashes of my past.
As I heal from trauma and unlearn the patterns that were handed down from generation to generation, another facet of who I was always meant to be emerges. Instead of stuffing my problems and hiding them through substance use, I confront them and adjust my behavior. I walk in forgiveness toward myself and those who harmed me, knowing that many people got here the same way I did – because someone showed us a way to live that was contrary to a life of wellness lived to its fullest.
I didn’t grow up with big dreams. I grew up wondering, “How can I get through this day in tact … mentally and physically.
In addition to the trauma I grew up with, I also learned something else from my parents. I learned that the only way to deal with life was to stuff it deep down and keep moving. The way you did this was simple – drugs and alcohol.
It was this hopelessness and the constant nightmares of my past that led me deeper into my addictions.
But I found a way out … through hope and prayer and therapy and employing the use of dozens of healing modalities.
I go out into my new world afraid and unfamiliar with the surroundings, but I push through the fear and forge ahead. I face my trauma and refuse to be victimized by it any longer.
I have been able to overcome and find healing. I want to keep going and take others with me.
I plan to take what I have learned and show others the way out.