I get out of bed. I scream in my mind. I hate mornings. I am late for everything. I hate life. I am miserable. My marriage sucks. My tank is empty. I am done…
A couple of months ago I hit rock bottom. But thanks to a friend, she gave me something to read. It was by Beautaplin on Instagram. “The Shape of Loss”
When you hit rock bottom you can feel your two feet on the ground. Your done falling. The nice thing about digging your own hole is you have a shovel. So get digging the stairs out.
You can only go up. Sometimes in the darkness, you find the light. The light appears as a friend, a note, an ah ha moment. Some times when you finally speak out loud and ask for help, someone can hear you. But you need to talk it out loud and know its okay to be so low.
I have finally taken the steps out of the hole. I have finally taken hold my emotions, gotten the help and now taking the steps to the top. I am no longer going to let people or things or events get me down. I am going to get in the car and drive when I feel like it. I am going to take those kids and go. I am going to feel life again.
I have finally asked for help and now I am receiving it. I am not totally happy yet. But I imagine that when it happens, I will be able to look at everything differently. The little joy’s are big joy’s and negativity will not guide me. Only positive vibes will guide me.
I am working out, I’m going to lose the excess weight in my life, I have thrown the blankets off and I am getting up. I am standing on my own two feet. I am redirecting my journey. I am on my way!
Kris's Khaos 