June 16, 2017. She awoke with a pounding head… the kind of headache that was all-too familiar. Her mouth was dry, she was damp with sweat both from the booze and toxic food she put in body the night before trying to break their way out. Her tear-stained pillow was just another reminder of her shame.
She had screamed for help… only for her cries to be intercepted by lies, and defeat… shame and unrest.
The light in her bedroom was blinding. She could see the day was one of sun and glorious skies. She couldn’t move… frozen in time for what seemed like eternity, she turned her head to see them.
They were beautiful, full of color and hope. They were begging her, “Please just give us another chance. We won’t judge you, we’ll be patient, and we will show you… what you were meant to become.”
She hesitated… she wiped the last tear that drained. She dragged herself to the corner to where those sneakers would not stop staring at her.
“Tie the laces… get your hungover ass up, and go make a difference.”
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
I don’t know where you are today in your personal journey or transformations. I don’t know what you have been through, what you have hid in shame, sat with in regret… or begged for freedom of… BUT I DO KNOW THIS 
Whoever said you’re stuck is wrong. Whatever is holding you back can be broken apart and rebuilt.
And whenever you hear somebody say “No, you can’t…” the answer is always “YES, I CAN.” 
