Today's story is being shared by a high school friend of mine, Amy. She has a sincere heart filled with passion and encouragement.
How did this happen every time? What was the problem? Maybe it was the kind of person I was attracted to. Maybe it was me. Maybe this. Maybe that.
Here I was 23 years old, broken, shattered, and a bit bruised. I poured alcohol (usually vodka) straight from the bottle onto the cuts and scrapes that littered the surface of my heart just to feel something again. I had lost myself under so much hate, jealousy, and insecurities I could not trust even the closest friends and family. I felt let down even before I shook somebody's hand to meet them. It wasn't until my 24th birthday that I decided I wanted to see my 25th. I had been functioning in survival mode and I had realized that this was only a short term solution to a lifelong problem.
I don't know how or when it happened but somehow I lost everything I loved about me. I literally looked into the mirror and did not recognize the person in it. I forgot about my goals and investing in my future. I needed someone to save me. I needed to be pulled from the waters of self doubt and self loathing.
Then.... I woke up one morning and decided I was going to save myself. That I was once a strong individual that could lead and motivate people and I could be that once more. I had everything I needed and I could not afford to waste another second trying to define myself through all of my failed attempts. From then on I defined myself through the times I never gave up.
My passion is to inspire and motivate others to achieve their goals. To nurture. To grow. To make something out of nothing and to find inner strength.
I am strong enough to be me. I am 3 months away from my 25th birthday and I am glad to be alive and well.