I was broken, hopeless, exhausted and at my lowest of lows. I had lost my relationship with God, custody of my children and literally every ounce of self respect I had left. I had lost myself trying to maintain my life while using drugs.
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“Slowly, I Return”
I lost myself in noise and speed,
In chasing things I didn’t need.
But now I walk a softer lane —
One stitched with peace instead of pain.I don’t arrive in grand display,
I show up gently, day by day.
A breath, a step, a choice to stay —
That’s how I find my healing way.No need for loud, no need for race,
Just learning how to hold my space.
And every time I chose to learn,
A part of me begins to turn.