RIP = Recovery Is Possible. Eric has a powerful story.
I remember when I was young and my enthusiasm and curiosity burned bright. I was a happy, healthy and eager to learn more about everything. I was a straight A student and very creative. But under the surface there was a scared, fragile, uncertain and insecure little boy.
After a while the flame didn’t burn as bright and the happiness and enthusiasm began to fade. Eventually the flame 🔥 that burned so bright died and the doubt and insecurities took hold. The scared little boy began to search for a place to belong. Searching 🔎 for meaning, purpose, belonging and love. Love from anyone who would offer it. The funny thing is, I never really knew what love was.
I’ve experienced the unconditional love that my parents and family gave but that never seemed to be enough. It wasn’t what I thought I was looking for. They tried to no…
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August 12, 2016 at 8:29 am
Yes i too went through that phse in my life. The people who seem to offer the love we’re so much craving for end up using and hurting us.
August 13, 2016 at 12:13 am
And so we let them go and find people who are good for us, people who help us grow. I hope things are better now.
August 13, 2016 at 1:22 am
Am learning to let go and find fulfillment elsewhere its still a journey but its been worth while