Another year moving Forward...

So, 36 is kind of a nothing number. But it’s significance for me is overwhelming. It’s crazy who we become over the years. looking back I have a hard time distinguishing the real me from the me that was chasing something I didn’t even want.

Being alone you really start to come into your own, you no longer hide and push down your inner feelings. You are free to be someone you didn’t know existed. Kind of like Neo after he took the red pill. My mind was opened to what I had become prior. I no longer have to be a puppet and a string dancing around to please anyone. For along time I felt like I had to have that, that it defined me as a person. That I couldn’t live without It.

Now, I am capable of defining myself as a person. These last few years almost killed me... literally... Man, it’s been a journey. A roller Coaster of emotions, forging by fire, what I was truly capable of surviving. It chipped away the parts of me that I didn’t want, so that I can mold the pieces I do want back together. I spent this last year recovering from those wounds.

But, this next page will be the start of the rebuilding phase of my journey. The inner being inside me will make his way out of the shell he was forced into to become the person I should have always been.