The rise of the Phoenix 

Despite the problematic teenage years sprinkled with a couple of failed suicide attempts, the closest I got to success was being in a coma for three days, I remember at one stage during that time having a weird experience where I felt there was some sort do decision to be made about life/death and having to go one way or another. I didn't fully understand exactly what the decision was or what it would lead to except it was related to death and going somewhere. I didn't consciously make a decision or choice, just went with the flow and drifted. Was it some sort deep dream like state I was in during my coma ? Who knows what our mind is capable of ! I made my way into young adulthood (sort of)

I drifted....  I moved from one cheap flat/bedsit to another. One town, one job to another. I would rent a place for six months and when the contract was up I moved on to the next place. I traveled light, if it fitted into my car it came with me, if it didn't, it stayed behind. That included relationships, friends, people. Nothing was stable, nothing lasted. No roots, no security, no planning. Life was lived on a day to day basis. I lived in the poorest part of town in bedsit land. My neighbours died of aids, sold themselves to support their drug habits, were unemployed creatures of the night. If people were good to me they were friends, didn't matter who or what they were. We all had our stories to tell about what made us who we were and how we ended up where we were. 

We were all lonely souls drifting through life, gravitating towards each other like moths attracted to the warmth and light of a flame that will burn them. This life sucked people deeper and deeper into a black hole without them realising. The further down we went, the less conscious we became of our dark surroundings. We became accustomed to the pain of loneliness.  We loosely shared our beds with each other for the feeling of warmth and affection being close to another body temporarily gave us. There was some kind of unspoken understanding between us. It would have been too painful to share with another being the pain and desperation growing inside us, it didn't need to be said, it could be felt, we recognised in others what was in us. It was just accepted.

I never made a conscious decision to escape this life, I guess I was just lucky. I few twists and turns in the labyrinth that was my life slowly lead to better things. Physically I'm far away from there but emotionally I have to watch out for the pitfalls as there are sinkholes that can suck me down to those dark places if I'm not careful. If I allow myself to be pulled far enough down I loose my will even to start the lonely, arduous battle to pull myself out and back to the security of firm ground. Fortunately I've learnt to recognise and avoid them. I've also found a slightly easier way out.

I've learnt the art of affirmation meditation and a touch of Buddhism.

I'm mot proud of all I've done and everything I am but I can now sit comfortably with myself. I've stopped beating myself up and criticising myself for not being good enough (some of the time) I recognise that I'm not weak, just had a much heavier load than most to carry around for a long time. The struggle tired me out so I'm taking a little time to rest and build myself up. Just because this made me a late starter doesn't mean I have nothing worth while inside me. On the contrary, I have a wealth of valuable experience and a gift of instinctively recognising and feeling the hurt inside others, a kind of coming together of souls recognising the hurt inside each other. I struggled with this fir a while as I didn't fully understand it and what to do with it. I'm much better at just sitting with it now. Perhaps now I'm more at ease it will eventually be something of value I can use. 

Have I been attracting hurt to me because of the hurt that's been inside me or is it there for a reason and something of value to be used. Not sure yet, haven't quite figured that one out, but I'm getting there. Im on my way up and getting ready to fly.