I spent a good part of my life thinking of myself as a lost soul, and was surprisingly okay with it. I used to even publicly tease myself for being one. And then, one day, my soul decided that it was not okay with being lost anymore.
I’m not sure if I should call it a quarter-life-crisis, but at one point, everything around me seemed like it was crumbling to the ground – my job, my relationships, my self-esteem and literally anything that I could think of. I clearly remember the three days when I could barely get out of bed, even to get some food and water! I lay in bed thinking that I’d done it this time…pushed myself too far and gone to a place that I could never return from. I’d hit rock bottom.
Like everybody says, when you hit rock bottom, the only way is up. And up I came… It wasn’t easy and it took every ounce of my being, but I made it, and I’m proud of it. I now think of myself as a warrior, a warrior of the mind and of the soul.
In this blog, I’ll tell you more about my journey and how it has led me to a place where I can be at peace whilst fighting those everyday battles of the mind. I’ll tell you more about what has worked for me, and what hasn’t…what kept me going in those times of hopelessness and fear (self-inflicted much?!).
It’s my hope that somebody out there will be able to relate to all or some of it and that I can serve as a reminder of the fact that it always gets better. Always does.