27 short years ago, today, my life was changed. It began a second go-round. For thirty-one years, I had tried to get my feet on the ground; tried to make things work. But I failed. I failed miserably.
I couldn’t keep a job. I had constant anxiety, but didn’t know what anxiety was.
For some reason, I was pegged. I lived under a cloud of other people’s words, and other people’s opinions. They were a weight around my neck and I was drowning.
I prayed for help and I got it!
Today, on this anniversary, I am letting go of the stormy petrels that haunt me. Or maybe, they’ve let go of me. Either way, I’ve paid my dues.