As an addict I told myself that I wasn’t good enough to be an author, a writer, an influencer. I let the drugs and alcohol dictate my life for so long that those thoughts became my reality. In turn I created these emotions of resentment, lack, hate, and fear towards myself and the world. It trickled down into friendships, and my personal relationship with my soul mate.
Do you ever feel that other people have success while you’re barely getting by? Maybe you think they have something you don’t? A mentor, luck, money, knowledge? You would be incorrect.
Your calling or purpose is something you’re clear on, something you’d gladly do for free because you have that much passion for it. It drives your soul or sets it on fire in a good way!! Previous to me getting sober I had no idea what my calling was. I mean I knew what I liked as a kid, helping people, being creative, science, and writing. Through addiction though, you lose your vision of these sometimes because your mind becomes a jumbled mess from all the drugs and alcohol and lack of mental conditioning.