Rock Bottom

I hit rock bottom... Cold, slimy, moldy rock bottom. Just when you think you can't get any lower; you find yourself no longer falling, no longer spiraling out of control but your body sprawled againts the cold, slimy, moldy ROCK BOTTOM.



Then you weep, you wail, you cry out! 
What have you let yourself become? 
Why did you let this happen? 
You question, 
you ask... but should you? 
You very well know what happend, 
you very well know that IT FELT SO GOOD.
I paced back and forth so many times it created a pathway in my messy room, I looked at my reflection and asked myself again how it came to this. I asked though I know the answer all to well... It was a blast. I had so much fun I could not stop myself from doing it over and over and over again. After so many introspection, or the avoidance of (the latter is more likely), I realized that my life will not get any better than this. I guess that the answer to the question has always been in front of me I just chose to ignore it, or I just wasn't ready to accept it or to stop the fun I've been having. This is the best that my life is going to be... if I don't do anything about it.

Rock bottom is considered by many as the lowest point in their lives, for those who refuse to give up the fight-- a turning point. The beauty about being there is that there is nowhere to go but up. I've been there. Heck, I'm still there. I enjoyed it there. I choose not to stay there long. I will pick up myself from the ground, clean off the dust from my clothes and prepare for the climb. Up. That is where I want to be, and that is where I will be. Today shall be remembered as the day I CHOSE TO STAND UP.