I wish I could remember…
It’s crazy to wake up (come to) from a black out on the 4th of July – 39 years and 3 days into your life and go… I’m done. The next morning filled with rage for failing, again, but all you can do is vomit from the shame. The only thing to your name at that point is a pair of scrubs and an orange bracelet that says ‘fall risk’. Yea, it’s crazy…
Dear Self:
Listen — You can remember… where the spark came from… the glimpse — the hope… breathe… it’s there, I promise ❤️
—- We did it before, we can do it again.
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