As my mentor said when my husband put me out on the street because of mental illness and addiction and took my kids (against court orders, it turned out to last for 4 months-no contact at all…) and the very next day I totalled my car, the only thing I had left, which meant the kids and I rode the bus…everywhere…for over four years…When I went to her broken and not seeing any reason to keep going--

“Someday you’ll get to thank him for the gifts that came from this.”

I wanted to punch her then, but she was absolutely right. The things I learned climbing back up to ground level are priceless.

That stuff doesn’t come from an easy ride.

The bigger the pain; the tougher the challenge, the richer the reward.

Xoxo

(sorry for all the ellipses. It’s phone posting. I get lazy.)