I’ve been in that place. The one where I thought existence was the same as living.
The air I breathed and space I took were stolen from one more deserving.
Nobody sent me.
I went on my own, packing damaging thoughts and ugly personal baggage.
It’s good to be home. I hope to never travel back there.
The journey to peaceful living has been one magical step after another, picking up souvenirs of joy along the way:
and so many more.
Treasures to hold onto, taking up space opened
up by the messy clutter that used to occupy my brain.
Aaahh, peaceful living... This is the destination where you were meant to be.
Every trip includes speed bumps. They are requirements for learning. Consider the education you have gathered for having navigated through the turbulence.
I can guide you on the path as you find the serenity your soul deserves.
The map and road markers that helped me find my personal freedom can help you too.