Message To A Lost Soul

If you’re down and out, this might be for you.

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The great thing about hitting rock bottom is it can’t get any worse. But before you can walk, you have to relearn how to crawl. And crawling—means climbing out of this pit first.

You might be sitting in the most orderly room, yet you feel surrounded by a swamp of uncertainty. You walk among the living, but a slab of smudged glass separates you from the rest.

It might be your darkest hour.

But even darkness can’t last forever.

From now on, you come first!

Whatever you’ve done for them, for him, for her, for it—is now behind you. You’ve wandered too far beyond yourself. You’ve tolerated way too much. And lost your way. But there is magic in this.

The magic is in the power of goodbye. And in the freedom of letting go. Release the things that no longer serve you. Banish the people who have overstayed their welcome. From this moment on, you come first.

It has to be this way. And always should be. You’ve only forgotten. Now, walk away from everything that you are not.

Boundaries are next.

Whatever history has brought you to this moment is irrelevant. It is time to start drawing hard lines in the sand. You are not a cruel person. And never have been. But should you feel remorse for anything, the prime culprit is nearly always weak boundaries.

Boundaries must ALWAYS be firm.

Robust boundaries are how smart parents raise capable kids. So, if your childhood lacked these stable lines, you are witnessing a failure from your upbringing. It wasn’t your fault. But now YOU must be the parent.

You will construct fortified divisions between you and anything that muddles your thinking. They should be strong enough to prevent the strays from wandering in. And they must keep out destructive habits—and the individuals who incite them.

It’s time for coherence.

Whatever chaos you have endured must now be brought to an end. If days and nights have become indistinguishable and you’ve lost your sense of rhythm, it is time for coherence.

Call things to order. There can be no more ambivalence to the needs of your mind and body. No more burning the midnight oil. No more skipped meals. And no more ferocious striving.

Stop playing your piano off-key. And wash away the sludge that has impeded your harmonic sensibilities.

Help from high places.

You have an angel. And if you don’t believe in angels, call it a “watcher.” It’s got your back—always. And it is longing for you to, finally, ask for help.

Acknowledge the powerful and magnanimous forces. There are things much greater than this world down here. And you are one of them. You have merely forgotten.

Take the FIRST step…

…The NEXT will find you, soon.