I remember my life seemingly falling apart in 2012. I was about a year into being divorced and was in a real rough place emotionally.
I spent that Thanksgiving alone.
I could’ve made plans, but as much as I didn’t want to be alone on that day, I just couldn’t force myself to fake a smile or engage in niceties.
I watched football. I cried. I felt sorry for myself. I wrote a sad poem. I swore that I would always be grateful for fun Thanksgivings from that moment on.
I don’t know the time of year that you’re reading this, but if you are in a rough spot in life right now, know this:
Your hard time is merely a season.
Your rock bottom will be the catalyst to your evolution.
Hope and new beginnings will gradually seep into your reality.
You are not lost.
You are found.
You are the One you’ve been waiting for.
Listen to that voice that murmurs and speaks truth from the depths of your soul.
You are right where you are supposed to be.
Believe.
