When Hitting Bottom Becomes Your Biggest Invitation

I was so scared.

“Click, click, click” the wheels clicked over the tiles as they pushed my wheelchair down the hall.

How was this real?

In two years’ time I went from hanging out “backstage” with the chief nursing officer with multiple nursing administration and leadership job opportunities…

…to being pushed in a wheelchair in an indecent gown through the doors of the psych ward.5

How.

I was on the wrong side of the nurses’ desk in the place where the weirdo’s were.

How.

And it broke me. 

And for three years, I was quiet.

And then I met someone. Someone who saw me. Who believed my breakdown wasn’t the end. He let me believe it was my awakening.

He empowered me to believe in myself. That I get it. Because I’ve been at the bottom.

Because if there’s one thing I learned from my ten days locked up: happiness isn’t at the top. It’s not in the money, the fancy friends, the fancy house, the accolades.

Real happiness is at the bottom. And the people who “get it”—you find them in the most unsuspecting places.

And if you’re at the bottom right now, I see you.

And here’s the message: Whatever your bottom is, it’s an invitation.

An invitation to the biggest breakthrough you could’ve ever dreamed of.

Because you can take the lowest low and flip it on its head.

It once defined you as broken.

Now it defines you as big, and bold.

Real, and raw.

What if the bottom was an invitation… a graduation?