One of my best friends once said to me, “When I was in my twenties, I was afraid to live. Now that I’m in my thirties, I’m afraid to die.”
Everybody deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt. That’s what I thought and that’s the advice I followed (my own advice). I’m not sure where this advice came from – was it hope or fear? Or was it a case of nothing to lose? After all, by staying I was only risking finding myself at the same crossroads later. Little did I know, that that decision was the first chip at my self-esteem. After the second chance, came the third – after all, I had already given a second chance and I didn’t want that second chance to be for nothing. I was a gambler becoming more and more addicted and losing more and more self-respect and self-love. Just one more dollar and then I could win it all back. Just one more chance and then I would get all of the love back.