There have been years in my life that seemed to go by slower or quicker than other years. Tragic years, however seem suspended. When you wake up from them days, weeks, years went on around you while you were ambivalent. It’s hard to process so much grief at once. I’ve moved from one life changing event to another over the last 3 plus years. I haven’t woken up yet. I can’t say that I’ve done well. I live in a perpetual state of anxiety. I’m resentful and bitter. I definitely don’t feel empowered to prosper. I’ve had low points in my life, but never like this. I have no answer; no solution. I’m beaten down. I’m crushed under the weight of it all. I’ve lost my entire identity. I see shell of myself in the mirror. I’ve never been one to live in self pity. I always move forward no matter the physical or emotional distress. Other people come to me for inspiration on how to connect the dots of their own life. My father was that person for me. Yes, that was one of the many life altering events- his death. I know that I can’t continue to put myself second, third and forth in this life anymore. I will find the answer. It’s here somewhere. Beyond the weeds there must be at least one flower that still blooms.
Empowered to Prosper 