It is June 4th, 2021. I woke up excited again. I didn’t always wake up excited. For the most part of 1995 to 2015, sometimes, I wished I didn’t wake up. Fast forward to 2021, I am happy, content and excited for my present and future.
It wasn’t always like this. I have spent the majority of my adolescence living in fear, sham and feeling inadequate. Majority of my 20’s in self-destruction, addictions and substance abuse. First half of my 30’s rediscovering myself and heal.
This blog is dedicated to those who have experienced hardship and are pulling through. This blog is written with honesty and rawness in hopes to save you some heartache and avoid the mistakes that I’ve made.
“It is not the critic who counts…The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming…who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
― Theodore Roosevelt