Bad shit happens to good people.
‘Bad luck‘ stories I have a ton of that left me with P.T.S.D, Depression, suicidal thoughts, penny less, homeless for 2 years with a small child, ripped off countless times and abandoned by my own family.
BUT, my life stories do not define me, they are a small part of my journey through life. They are horrific enough on their own merit without the ‘need’ to embellish any of it for extra sympathy or dramatic affect.
Sympathy is not required, Sympathy and Empathy may sound the same but the yard sticks are miles apart. What is required is authentic help from Authentic people, who get that, ‘enabling’ the darkness is NOT the way to pull someone out of it.
So for ALL the ‘REAL‘ people who have done just that, no matter how small a gesture you think you made, know that to me it means more than winning a million dollars, because having you in my life is better than winning the lottery. 🙂
Can you see beyond the ‘Crap’ is your Glass half full or half empty? The contrast between dark and light, is it a clear line or a blurry boundary?
Today I am grateful for all the ‘crap’ because like an X-ray, it exposes the cancerous people around you and accentuates the healthy ones that breathe love and light into you daily, helping you to find the strength to lift your wings and fly.
You all know who you are, LOVE YOU. ❤
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!
Blessings to you always, in all ways ❤