HERE IS MY THANKS TO THE MONSTERS
Absurd as it sounds, I “throw roses into the abyss” and say thanks to “the monsters who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive” every day.
How could I not?
Grappling with those monsters shaped me into the person I am today: informing my spiritual worldview, forging my character, infusing me with compassion, and providing me with experience, strength, and hope.
The triple-headed Hydra of Bipolar Disorder, Alcoholism, and Porn Addiction tormenting me for years, inflicting me with all manner of spiritual, mental, emotional, financial, and sometimes physical wounds.
Equally viscious monsters such as shame, a profound lack of fundamental coping skills, and a learned lack of love and compassion for self and others also ripped and gashed me like a pack of wolves taking down a moose.
But by God’s grace, through my tenacity, and with the help of many, these relentless, merciless monsters we’re unable to “swallow me alive.”
And I throw roses into the abyss every day to thank the monsters for the good, vigilant, diligent, and spiritual person I have had to become to keep them from swallowing me alive.