It was after a night of alcohol fueled self-destruction, (one of many sadly), that I began to realise that this ‘good time’ I was chasing left me forlorn and ever in a state of wanting.
I was unhappy with my life.
Like many before me and certainly like many yet to come, I found myself face down in a pool of vomit on the cold vinyl. My hair a congealed mat of putrid foamy chunks and transparent slime.
Shame burned through me. What was I doing in the name of seeking happiness?
How could I possibly be so stupid as to believe that this was the best I could aim for?
After cleaning myself up I realised that I had lost my dignity and from that moment I chose to search for the means to get it back.
My search has led me to discoveries in health, fitness, psychology and science. I have expanded my mind. I have expanded my heart and in so doing I have expanded my soul.
The means I chose: the written word.