We have all survived something…
For some it becomes their story.
The broken bone on the x-ray.
The tumour on the scan.
The emergency hospital admission.
Then there are the rest of us.
I’ve never broken a bone. Never really had a medical emergency.
But make no mistake.
I’m a survivor.
I survived the embarrassment of wetting my pants
I survived the belief that no one would ever want me
I survived being sacked and retrenched
I survived the mind-fuck and physical abuse of being married to an undiagnosed bi-polar husband
I survived walking under the ‘Adult Psychological Ward’ sign to visit him
I survived the guilt of leaving him
I survived my dad dying way too young
I survived my own feelings of inadequacy
I survived feeling that I needed to rescue everyone except me
I survived having no boundaries
I survived the shame – all of it
I survived the fear of a possible MS diagnosis
I survived to make it to another day on days when I didn’t care if I did or not
I survived the darkness and weight of depression
I survived my own crappy thoughts
And now I’ve survived 12 months full time in my own business
But I want more than just surviving
I want thriving
So I choose to take the stuff that is my survival
And turn it into the gold of ‘thrival’
That’s my alchemy.
That’s my story.