I often feel as if I am trapped in my own mind. At thirty one years old I have continuously found myself starting from square one. Rebuilding, recalibrating. Trying new things, seeing what will stick.
Honestly: I think way too damn much.
In my short lifetime I have lost myself (many times) in alcohol, drugs, other people. And I have found myself (many times) again.
I have achieved things I never thought I would. I have lost things I never thought I would. I have gotten sober and stayed sober. Ive challenged my thought patterns and actions to attempt to match who I want to be.
And believe me: I’ve been fucking humbled. The majority of this has come around because I am also a certified moron.
But here we are: a space I’ve created to put all those thoughts out there. All the questions I ask myself and how I continue to process my life as it unfolds.
This is not a life coach blog. It’s not a guide. I’m not giving anyone advice. Nothing here is being presented as the universal truth.
It’s just where I’ve landed. Thirty one years old, sober, thinking way to much on my own experience, why I’m here, and what the hell to do with it.
All I can offer you is my authentic self. I can only hope that if you relate to anything I write that it finds you and makes you feel a little less alone.
I am Savannah Hughes, and this is Hawkmoth Rising.
