Football was a sport I grew up playing, I can’t even remember when I first touched a ball because it was so long ago. Never in a million years did I think I was going be saying bye. I grew up playing recreational soccer, and my parents never agreed with me playing it but even though I put even more pressure on myself to make sure I was playing to my fullest potential.
That's it, The Turning Point
Hmm... where do I begin? Throughout the years I slowly started to lose who I was. Every birthday that came around, I would question where my life was going. I knew I had so much more to offer, but my purpose wasn't clear. I began to doubt everything I was doing; was this a mid-life crisis? I'm not sure, but what I did know is that I was slowly destroying myself by putting other people before myself. I was sending myself to rock bottom—I knew I was doing it but I didn't know how to fix it. I felt trapped. And just when I needed it, life threw me a few curve balls to help open my eyes.