A deep exhale on a spring morning.
Yeah, I hit rock bottom. It was probably the best thing to happen to me. There is something about the immense desperation and suffering that brings about an awesome rawness and purity that otherwise goes unseen. No, it's not pretty and it sure ain't elegant. But it's fierce and it's honest and it's real. The to the bone of rock bottom - we people- no longer care what others think, or what others say, because there is a fight or flight to simply stay alive. And rock bottom people will love you. No matter what you've done or what scars you have. We say, "come, I have room for you here”. We will hold you when you are shaking and will use our sleeve to wipe your tears. There is something Holy that happens at rock bottom. Knowing, being humbled, in such a way. Realizing that your very breath depends on God. Then you look across at your brother or sister and you understand that what is breathing for you, breathes for them as well. Soon...you are breathing together. Here is where one has the potential to relearn what it means to love one's brother or sister as self. You may see rock bottom as the gutter or the end. I see it as sacred and the beginning. So, yeah, I hit rock bottom. However, I didn't leave there the same way I came. And for that and so much more, Thank You God, Grateful.
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