Is rock bottom a blessing? Here’s a concept I’ve been chewing on.
(I’m not there. Thankfully. But let’s talk about this.)
If “hell” is a real place, I think it feels like falling. And falling. You brace yourself and wait to shatter when you hit the ground.... you assume nothing can stop it.
But hell isn’t that ground. It’s all in the falling, because the ground never comes.
It’s not resolvable.
Except you don’t know that.
And you’re always waiting, while never (but somehow always) losing time. And yourself.
If you’ve ever lived through whatever your flavor of rock bottom is... that’s a blessing. No matter the damage it brings. Be a starfish. Regrow a limb.
If you’re alive, you still have a chance to get better. ❤️✌️
- Caitlin out
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