Who knew today I would be starting a new journey?, starting off with a new kind of crazy. If you had said to me 8 year ago you will find your voice and feet again, i would say “WHAT”. Looking now I can I see I am beginning to make the impossible feel possible again. The water is feeling that little more warmer instead of like the Antarctic. Everyone has their own story and lately I’ve been beginning to find the courage to tell mine to enlighten others.
After all the commotion that has brought me up to this point in life, I really am finding my feet again. Tomorrow I hope to close one of the doors I’ve been waiting for what feels like ancient history once and for all. The past may always be with me, even for years to come it will linger in the background but it will no longer impact me in a negative mannerism.
At least hopefully after tomorrow justice shall be served and i shall find some closure in it. The way the date has landed though is another good sign though. I can just feel it in my bones. The angels are with me, cheering me on sending me healing strength. I can see my late gran smiling at me and feel her pride as I’ve have grasped this new journey forward with both hands. No matter the outcome of tomorrow I am moving on with my life head on. I am proving that I can rise above my trauma and enlighten other survivors out there, that there is always a light at the end of every tunnel, even the darkest of ones.
Never Give Up 