My Fight Song
Let’s be for real now, I wasn’t always happy or healthy. The road has been long and I have never been one to take the easy way. There comes a point in everyone’s life when they get sick and tired of being sick and tired. I was there in the summer of 2014. Mentally I have always been a warrior, I have always carried the fight with me and when most would cave I would be at my best. Because I had no choice. Emotionally I was a mess and my health was deteriorating as I was surviving solely on coffee and nicotine. Work was an uphill battle with no room for growth. My ex (father of my boys) left me to go back with the a woman who had his older daughter, surprise! And just like that, the boys and I were on our own. Almost like an episode of Jerry Springer back in the day. Emotionally broken, spiritually spent, physically drained and no more fight left in me, the warrior in me was dying. I knew something had to change and I knew it had to be me. I saw an internal posting for a management position and with little thought, I put my name in for it. Next thing I knew I was in a truck and heading the 15 hours north to Snow Lake Manitoba. When I got there I knew I was home, like a calm had finally found it’s way to my heart. I went home and told the boys about this idyllic place that mom had found and how they would fall in love with it they way their mother had. And you what? I was right. A few weeks later we packed up all of our worldly possessions, said tearful good byes to our family, friends and set out on a new adventure that would change the course of our future and help us heal. I will cover all of this as we go, my family, the north and where we are now.