The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
I’ve spent years trapped in my own insane asylum. I didn’t like it much in there, yet I continued to make choices that kept me stuck inside… and to this day, I couldn’t tell you why. I know I was sick. I know I was broken. I know I was my own worst enemy…but I couldn’t break the cycle.
And if I lose it all… will I find it again?
I find myself back at a point in my life where I’ve been given a second chance to embark on a journey – this time as a much healthier person. I still battle with remnants of lunacy, but by far I know I am much saner than I used to be. I’m taking baby steps – some steps I’ve taken before, but not as the me I am now. Other steps I would never have taken before, but I take them because I must will my feet to take me in a new direction, a new way with limitless possibilities.
And if I lose it all… will I find it again?
I’ve stood on the edge of a mountain overlook and gazed down at the jagged rocks below with that sick feeling in my stomach that if I lean forward one more inch, it’s all over… I’m a vulture’s breakfast.
And if I lose it all… will I find it again?
Do I really want it back?