When I was little, I was always outside. Going on an adventure has always been on my to do list. And I never needed any help finding one.
I have also never needed any help getting into shit. Then I hit a certain point where I got into a lot of shit. All the time. It started with minimal drinking, then a lot of drinking.
Then recreational drugs (what does that even mean anyway) then not so recreational drugs. Flash forward to using heavy drugs for a very long time. I lost family members and alienated most of my friendships. I was so hurt from the abuse that I thought I'd never be able to feel right or happy ever again. Then I just wanted to die. Wanted it to all be over.
Nothing could be worth this right?
I decided to get clean, it was that or die. And I just wasn't quite ready for that.
So I quit using. Cold turkey. I wish I could say there was some sort of magic pill, but there isn't. You make a decision and you stick to it.
Well I had a hard time sitting still, and then I found hiking. And I fell in love with the outdoors again. The fresh air and the ground beneath my feet. It changed everything.
The outdoors saved my life.
Now good days and bad, it is not hard to find me. I can be barefoot in the mud, or lacing up my boots and grabbing my pack for the trails.
There is not much that I shy away from anymore, I love a challenge. There are always new trails to cover and adventures to go on.
So get out there, find what makes your heart happy.
Lace up your boots, and go.
Wonda Alton says...
Thank you Amanda.
On Dec 06, 2018
Terra says...
Ata girl! Very inspirational 💜 Love, enjoy and absorb the true beauty of nature 💜
On Dec 05, 2018