I'm starting to see the beauty in my hitting bottom
Some people will probably want to slap me but I am starting to see the beauty in the midst of this horror. I have hit rock bottom several times but it didn't really stop me. I just crawled up from it a few feet and fell back down again and again.
Underneath rock bottom is another layer. It took a long painful while to fall through that layer but underneath it I found the calm of just surrendering. I found a peace I didn't know existed.
Asking for help and receiving it has been one of the most beautiful gifts I have gotten from getting out of this god awful way of living.
Once I let go of hanging on to that rock, I started to see a small light of hope.
I hope to never forget the bottom but I also want to look back and see the gift that it was. A painful gift but still a gift.