I’ve always considered myself an introvert, despite my outspokenness and propensity to strike up a conversation with anyone. Perhaps it’s the Midwest in me. However, living with multiple personalities and being around people all of the time is not something I’m used to.
Three weeks ago today I woke up in my little apartment on College Avenue for the very last time- I opened my eyes to an empty room with one packed luggage on the floor, tucked in a bed which needed to be disassembled and put into storage.
I was off to a new, unknown journey.
Upon leaving my apartment for the last time, I left my keys on a table by the front door and said goodbye. Relieved, yet sad, leaving behind the past year of my life behind was bittersweet. However, there was an underlying emptiness inside my soul that I couldn’t quite shake. It was time to ask for help- and accept it with open arms.
On August 31st, I finally surrendered.
I had no idea what to expect or what would be in store for me; yet I wasn’t worried. I had faith. Now, I’m living with other women in recovery, learning to navigate both my own emotions and the emotions of others- with grace.
It’s not always easy, but I’ve changed immensely these past three weeks. I’ve learned compassion, tolerance, and a new understanding for people, their struggles, and their beauty. We all have different stories and are on a different journey, but we all have one thing in common: a willingness to surrender.
Who knows what is in store for me these next weeks, months, and years, but I’m no longer afraid; the universe will put me exactly where I’m supposed to be.