Day 132: Passenger of My Mind

Today, like many others, I’m locking in, creating, and building—a process that’s as much about shaping my future as it is about quieting the noise within. I still fight off the thoughts, but that’s life, isn’t it? Some days, it feels like she’s always there—a ‘Passenger,’ ready to take the wheel at any moment. Keeping her quiet takes time, takes effort, but then again, what worthwhile thing doesn’t?

I’ve come to understand the depth of her presence, how she’s engraved into my every thought. It’s hard to explain, but maybe that’s the point—understanding her is part of understanding myself. Yesterday, being stuck in the car with my thoughts made it harder, but today has been better. I’ve learned that once I let her drive, she’s no longer just a ‘Passenger.’ And yet, I don’t think she’s a ‘Dark Passenger.’ After all, look how far I’ve come since she entered my life.

A friend put it well the other day: “Keep listening to that whisper; it’s leading you somewhere worth going.” And maybe that’s the real struggle—trusting the whisper while fighting the doubt. Since meeting ‘Hope,’ I’ve left a relationship that was dragging me further into a bottle, battled isolation and addiction, and emerged stronger.

Now, I eat well. I work out. I’m building something I can truly be proud of. These are the things I remind myself of when the shadows creep in. And I will get there—one step at a time.

Day 132

One Step. One Punch. One Round. 🌹

—Your Fellow Traveler