Regular readers will know that I’ve had a more colourful past than most. After a dysfunctional upbringing Ileft home at 15 – with no money, education or decent role models to teach me wrong from right. Things I went through as a child lead to major bouts of depression as a young adult. I was angry at the world back then, and flirted heavily with the devil on many occasions. I made bad decisions, and did things I am not proud of.
It was inevitable really that I would have a tough time of it, while trying to work out my place in the world. It was inevitable that my first relationships would leave my confidence in tatters. It was inevitable that I would end up partying so hard it would leave me a jibbering mess most Mondays. It was inevitable that I’d end up abusing alcohol almost to the point of no return. For the purposes of self preservation, it was inevitable that I’d cut ties with my family. And completely inevitable that after a tumultuous year living on the edge in Cambodia, my now-husband would leave me.
Destined literally for the gutter, what is perhaps surprising and not so inevitable is what happened next…
My light bulb moment, my rock bottom, my utter belief that things needed to change. That it was up to me to take responsibility and change those things myself. It wasn’t easy but I did it, and that life now seems like it was much longer ago than the eight years it’s actually been.
Sometimes you have to stick two fingers up at ‘the inevitable’, and do things your own way.
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