Today I know the truth of my recovery. If I am to stand centered and strong within my life and self, I will need to plant a garden within my own soul. A garden for me to nurture and to nurture me. A haven of beauty. I will find my own voice and sing my song because if I don’t sing it, it will not be sung. It is all I have and it is enough. I do not need to prove anything to anyone anymore. I have come home – to me. The truth is I was here all along, only I forgot to look for myself. Instead I searched for me in other people’s meaning and became lost in their stories. I am not lost today. I know that there is nowhere to look for me but within myself and no one to lead me there but me. Thank you, life, for letting me see this.

I am home within me.

“If you would be happy for a week, take a wife. If you would be happy for a month, kill a pig. But if you would be happy all your life, plant a garden.