: exception.

"you, you are an exception", were the words that came out of a fine gentleman's mouth; mm hm, to me.


am i really different from the rest of the women he has come across?
do i really have a good story that is worth the word "exception"?

i have never really given myself credit for the obstacles i have tackled and beaten. i have never told myself that i was proud of everything i have accomplished and yet to accomplish. for so long i haven't realized that what i am working my ass off for (to beat this game called "life" successfully while helping other people) is something to be proud of. when the word "exception" came out of his mouth, i started to list the reasons why i may be that exception, and with those reasons, came the reasons why i should be proud of myself. i hear it all the time, that i make my parents proud, my surrounding peers, society, everybody; everybody tells me they are proud of me, but i have never once told myself and patted myself on the back for everything i have tackled and accomplished. i believe that at that moment, was the moment i realized that i am the exception; i was once the lost soul who finally found herself; the exception. hope. grateful. those words, so powerful.

i would call myself hope; to the ones who think they are hitting rock bottom and there is no way up, there is hope.
i am living proof that there is hope. i am not saying my life is a harder battle; but of course, there is always someone fighting a harder battle. but what i am saying is that these obstacles i have been thru, were shit, they were fucking shit; i never thought i would find my way back to the top, but i did. i swam and swam until i saw the beach; so peaceful, brilliant, hopeful. at the moment i realized i needed help, was the moment that i started to swim. [rock bottom, swim, waves, the beach]...hope. i am living proof that there is hope that you will eventually swim to the beach and live a peaceful life with everything you can imagine at your fingertips.

grateful;, i would say i am beyond grateful for what i have been thru and the woman i have become because of it all. i hated going thru everything that was so negative and emotionally draining, but in the end, look at me, i am living. breathing. smiling.crying.laughing. everything; i am every emotion and feeling, and it's what i strive for; those feelings, thats what makes life. and i am so grateful for everything i have been thru and everyone who has been thru it with me; without it all, i wouldn't be me; and me, i am the exception.