I have lived most of my adult life in despair, it was that kind of misery that made me realize, I was suffering a broken heart from being torn from the one place, I felt loved and cared for. Traumatized and in turmoil, I went from one vicious cycle to another with my life continuously spiraling out of control.
Grieving a mountain size pile of losses, I refused to give up and the more I refused to do that one thing the deeper I sunk to the bottom. If I didn’t know how to do anything, I knew how to get back up and start all over again, usually with nothing, no matter how hard life became to live, I always believed in a little something called hope and it was that faith, that sustained me.
That little hope gave me strength and promise, a promise unbroken, a reason to wake up and I did and saw all that had past, it was then I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to do in all my life’s journey . Letting go, it was as if I held on because I was afraid to die, when that fear was no longer a block in my energy, I became truly free.
Let go and hope will catch you
