On January 19, 2015, I wrote my most read blog ever. (You can read it here, if you’d like)
For what it’s worth, I don’t write to be read. . .at least not yet. I write because I can’t not write.

Anyway, this post was extremely personal and essentially kick started a year-long journey of self-discovery and peeling back lots of layers and asking hard questions and sitting in painful realities and finding strength I didn’t think existed.

A year and a half later I am a far cry from the girl who wrote that blog. I’m thankful for her, because she hacked through the brush to make a way for the girl who writes this today.
A year and a half ago I didn’t have the courage to advocate for myself because I didn’t feel worthy of being advocated for.
A year and a half ago I wouldn’t seek out friendships with people because I didn’t think I was valuable enough.

Wading through the muck was less than pleasurable. It was hard and was not very much fun. Parts of it were lonely, because they needed to be, but it was overflowing with people who rallied around me and supported me.

I’m no longer the girl who wrote that post but I am so thankful for her.
. . .
Rise and rise again
and again
Like the phoenix from the ashes
Until the lambs have become lions
. . .

Peace be the journey.