IN TIME...
Seriously, this has been the hardest transition I have ever gone through in my entire life. And actually that is saying a lot, my paths have been rocky, tragic, and testing in many ways, many shapes and many forms.
The path that lies at my feet now is shakier then any other moment in my life, yet I have to scale it like any other. Two hands up, grab on, pull my weight up, climb over... next obstacle. Rinse. Repeat. There may be no visible path ahead guiding my feet; the goal may be distant, but it has to be obtainable.
Continue walking forward, drop dead weight and baggage you don't need, keep moving on. This is called progress.
This post isn't necessarily intended to inspire or move anyone to comment for support or anything else of the like. Truly as much as it is a public blog, words can be a therapy to the soul, whether written or verbal. It needed to be voiced by me for me, and maybe it helps the many of you out there dealing with your own personal demons; then maybe not.
Seriously, this has been the hardest transition I have ever gone through in my entire life. And actually that is saying a lot, my paths have been rocky, tragic, and testing in many ways, many shapes and many forms.
The path that lies at my feet now is shakier then any other moment in my life, yet I have to scale it like any other. Two hands up, grab on, pull my weight up, climb over... next obstacle. Rinse. Repeat. There may be no visible path ahead guiding my feet; the goal may be distant, but it has to be obtainable.
Continue walking forward, drop dead weight and baggage you don't need, keep moving on. This is called progress.
This post isn't necessarily intended to inspire or move anyone to comment for support or anything else of the like. Truly as much as it is a public blog, words can be a therapy to the soul, whether written or verbal. It needed to be voiced by me for me, and maybe it helps the many of you out there dealing with your own personal demons; then maybe not.
JP
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classy_:
i kinda of wanna hug attack you until you cant breathe.
inks:
we need to talk more. zamn + Digi = death to anything