The starting line

This is to all the women and men that have had their youths stolen, their innocence taken, and their soul broken yet have the incredible courage to keep going. I am tremendously proud of every single one of you.

Thrive Junkie is the account of my personal journey from victim to survivor to finding...me. I shall not immediately bombard you with my own traumatic experiences while I am determinedly plowing through my recovery.

My beautiful inner little girl began to escape her sorrows by devouring books, the library was her happy place. Here she could find stories that took her to other worlds, other places she could dream about that were much more livable than her own. She discovered cigarettes and alcohol and slowly she started to get lost.. her voice got softer and sometimes she was simply silenced altogether. Marijuana said hello and..you know what? Let's switch to I.

Wonderful, amazing marijuana..I managed to dream again. I would go to work and at night I would get lost in my fantasies. Oh, how grand they were. I would get high as a kite, put on my music, sing along and imagine i was a beautiful superstar, adored by millions of fans. Every man wanted me, every woman wanted to be me. I dreamed of knights in shining armor, sweeping me of my feet and rescuing me. Then BAM, mix alcohol and marijuana.. super-duper party time here I come. 

Slowly the whole fantasy/dream/drugs comas stopped working all that well. I needed to find a better way.  Oh, I know, move to another fucking country, that's it! 
Let's see, I live in Amsterdam and what's the furthest place I could possible go? Hmmm.. Australia of course. A working holiday should do the trick, I'll just get on that plane with a little money and dive right of that cliff.

My thoughts are starting to ramble so I will leave you for now but I shall be back soon and I hope you will join me on my journey. 

Stay safe,

Thrive Junkie