Within addiction, I grasp the realness of a complex problem. Outside of addiction, in the every day hurt of drinking enough to hurt those around you, I am lost.
I look back, and a wasted dream comes to mind. However, what if God's perfect timing was after I endured the crazy bumps of life. Every piece of my story speaks to the strength and power of my Savior.
In the back of it all is the fear whispering, "Am I good enough?"
I 'found' myself in Florida. That silly cliche never appealed to me until I could relate. I fell in love with my soul in the few years we were blessed to live there.
Get busy living.
Setting goals and following through, and failing.
While I was busy managing life all around me, the life inside of me was just laying on some couch, eating Doritos, staring aimlessly at the show I was living on the outside.