sometimes you find yourself--
lost. emotions swelling and hands shaking, you find yourself re-evaluating everything you've ever held dear. you remember the protective embrace of mother bear and the smell of melting wax on the candles of your birthday cakes past. pressing your palms nervously into the straps of your backpack on the first day of school, pressing your lips nervously to another pair for the first time.
often times, people overlook some of the best and most defining moments in their lives when faced with a less than desirable situation. they forget all good and focus on all bad. the love they have given and received, the countless memories they have been a part of, the accomplishments that have made them who they are today.
this brisk january evening is one of those sometimes for me. it's when you wake up and realize the lump in your throat and the pressure on your chest have no physical cause. it's when your hands shake and your stomach is churning uneasily. everything good is out the window, long gone into the whispering winds of midnight. there are some things that can't be expressed, some that you just cannot share.
judgement is the greatest of all my fears, judgement that could stop me cold in my tracks.
addiction is my ailment, and it is a lonely road.
but one may ask, what is living without making mistakes? if contemplated, the answer is simple. weston agor once said "making mistakes simply means you are learning faster." admitting shame, professing guilt, and facing fears are necessary. every cloud has a silver lining, but no one ever found it by not looking to the sky.
sometimes you find yourself.
often times, people overlook some of the best and most defining moments in their lives when faced with a less than desirable situation. they forget all good and focus on all bad. the love they have given and received, the countless memories they have been a part of, the accomplishments that have made them who they are today.
this brisk january evening is one of those sometimes for me. it's when you wake up and realize the lump in your throat and the pressure on your chest have no physical cause. it's when your hands shake and your stomach is churning uneasily. everything good is out the window, long gone into the whispering winds of midnight. there are some things that can't be expressed, some that you just cannot share.
judgement is the greatest of all my fears, judgement that could stop me cold in my tracks.
addiction is my ailment, and it is a lonely road.
but one may ask, what is living without making mistakes? if contemplated, the answer is simple. weston agor once said "making mistakes simply means you are learning faster." admitting shame, professing guilt, and facing fears are necessary. every cloud has a silver lining, but no one ever found it by not looking to the sky.
sometimes you find yourself.