Let’s see where today takes us

I am trying to figure out who this new person is that survived death, but I also don’t want to lose the person I was... not that I think the old me was anyone to be proud of but I feel like now I have to show up, put on a brave face, and do something with my life...

If that makes any sense at all.

I feel like I’m stuck on an elevator and I don’t know whether we’re moving up or down. It seems like every time I move up one level, the floor drops out from under me and I’m back down three floors.

It’s hard to know what to do with a life that you didn’t expect to be able to live. I feel guilty sometimes for having the opportunity to keep moving forward with my life while some others didn’t make it at such a young age.

I do understand that I fought like HELL to get to where I am today and I don’t plan on giving up. I have so many supportive people around me and I know that really, this is only the beginning of my life.

xo