What to Do When You Hit Rock Bottom


                                      

One thing becomes clear when you hit rock bottom. There is no going further down. So, it’s a sign of relief. So, heave a sigh of relief. You should now know that any action that you take, a single step even, will be your victory. Small victory, but victory nevertheless. So, take that action. Take that first step.

Don’t think you have a long way ahead of you. Think of only the next step. The initial steps are vital, crucial to turning around. The progress maybe slow but it is progress nevertheless. Pat yourself on the back after every successful step. You will not have anyone to egg you on, to spur you on, to motivate and encourage you. You are your own motivator.

Don’t feel down when you see no support coming in. You are the hero of your life. Lift yourself up whenever you are down. You have to prove a point to yourself, not to others. Step by step you’ll be able to build a rhythm, once the rhythm builds up, you’ll be on song.

After those initial steps, the bottom will look some distance away from you, and you’ll realise that had you not taken that first step, you’d still have been languishing at the lowest end. But because you looked ahead and decided to move forward, you are where you are now. Now, from here, you have to once again decide you have to go where?

There is no limit to what you can do. The sky can be your starting point, if you so desire. Have a clean vision, a spotless roadmap. Blurred ones will make you go astray. Keep moving; at times you’ll feel you are lost, but if your vision is clear, you needn’t worry. The darkest tunnel also has light at its end.

-          NZ

26.6.2019










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  1. Rachna26 June 2019 at 08:46

    When you're on top you meet all kinds of people, but it's when you're on the bottom you see their true colors...

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