I turned 33 today.
33 non-recovery, biological years old.
That means have been in recovery since I was 23 + a fistful of months.
People often make comments about how cool it is that I got sober at such a young age.
And I have to humbly agree. It is pretty cool.
Experiencing spiritual death & emotional and psychological depletion doesn’t really leave you with much. After bankrupting myself internally I began working on my physical exhaustion.
Because, why not?
Young, empty, impoverished, and exhausted.
And out of ideas.
This is where I found myself.
Or where I realized that I had lost myself.
Either way, it was my time.
I had been carrying around weight that had not ever been mine to carry.
I had believed my ill-formed assumptions about who I was and what I was capable of for too long.
I relied on my anger to keep me in perpetual turmoil and stuck in a cycle of self-loathing.
I was tired of drawing strength from resentment and bitterness and unforgiveness.
And the after-effects of the trauma that I had experienced were winning.
They had conquered every single aspect of who I had become as a human being.
It was my time.
I had run out of rope and burned down all of the bridges.
I had backed myself into a corner that I couldn’t hide in for one more second, because if I had, the darkness would have suffocated me completely. My self-hatred would have just finished the job that my desire to run from my pain had started.
It was just my time.
No matter how old or young you are doesn’t matter.
When it is your time it is your time.
Even if you can’t seem to feel anything else you will know when it is your time.
So don’t let your biological age get it twisted in your mind.
*There is no such thing as too young or too damaged to choose to live a sober life and to start to get to know who you truly are deep inside of your core.
*There is no such thing as too old or too damaged to choose to live a sober life and start to get acquainted with who you truly are deep inside of your core.
We all start from the same place regardless of our age…….
and that is the place where we find ourselves ready. When it is your time.
We all end up finding out the same truths and experiencing the same miraculous grace and celebrating the same excitement….
and that is that we aren’t permanently broken and the pieces can be put back together to create something so inherently unique and beautiful. When it is your time.
So please. Be proud of your decision to make a change.
Don’t give up on yourself and don’t allow the noise in your head convince you that you shouldn’t get to have your time.
You are strong enough to make the choice to change and you get to say:
“This is it. This is my time.”
Happy Birthday.
Wendy, thank you! 🙂
Happy Birthday Brittany!