How Did I Get Here?

You ask, “How did I get here?”

You’re amazing. You’re successful. You’ve achieved beyond your wildest dreams.

You’ve climbed the ladder of success through grit, perseverance, determination, and a whole lot of blood, sweat, and tears.

You rarely let them see you sweat; you never let them see you cry.

You make big, important decisions daily, handle conflicts and risks, create, innovate, influence, and inspire others.

You’re achievements light up a room; the pedestal’s high; the fall devastating.

You’re admired, applauded, and awarded.

You juggle work, career, family, and life with mastery and exceptional skill.

You’re invincible.

You hang by a thread.

You can’t be broken.

You feel shattered.

You fulfill everyone’s expectations.

You starve in silence.

You command an audience.

You binge in isolation.

You mediate conflicts and challenges.

You stuff your stress.

You deliver and execute courageously.

You purge your fear.

You carry yourself with poise, polish, and professional style.

You hate your your body; you despise the feel of your skin.

You choke on the thought of anyone noticing, yet you’re dying for them to.

You could die if they don’t; you could die if you don’t.

But you didn’t die; you lived.

You lived because of love; it’s really as simple as that.

Love healed your deepest wounds, even the ones you inflicted on yourself.

Love made you whole again; it sealed the cracks of hate, judgment, guilt, and shame.

Love opened your heart so you could breathe, soak up life, bathe in compassion, gratitude, and joy.

How did I get here?

Love.

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