My hardest journeys didn’t start with some big plan.
They started after holidays—
whether it was drunken bad behavior… or waking up in a jail cell.
I thought I was just having fun with family.
Next thing I know, I’m facing myself in the mirror—ashamed, broken, lost.
But I don’t run from those moments anymore.
I carry them.
I learn from them.
Because these journeys didn’t lead me home—
they led me to the truth.
To the pain I had to face.
To the healing I never thought I deserved.
Some journeys don’t lead us home.
They lead us to who we were always meant to be.