Trauma sucks. Like hard. The shit we have to go through that nobody else has to. How is that fair? How could we ever compensate for our shortcomings? We feel slighted!
Well funny enough… our short comings kinda make us bad ass. We are survivors. We are conquerors. If we’re gonna have to go through some bullshit you might as well make it worth it, right?
My unconventional upbringing was crazy. And my time as a young adult was even crazier. But I realized a lot of what makes me badass comes from my trauma. Those unconventional experiences makes me different. It gives me my edge. And suddenly there was purpose in my pain. Suddenly, the suffering was worth it because it made me who I am today.. And I’m freaking fantastic!! So celebrate that!! Celebrate who we are! Celebrate our journey. Celebrate life! Cause it’s the only one we’re gonna get.
Signed With Love,
-T
It took being injured and unable to work before I began realizing, that’s all I’ve ever done is work.
The majority of my life has been working for a better life and hoping for retirement.
Now pain is my life but there is always love.
Love that you woke up and have another day to smile.
Love for friends and family and the peace and beauty I find in the mountains.
Fresh mountain air gives me hope that I’ll do it all over tomorrow.
Love you T