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Now this is a story (blog) all about how my life got flipped turned upside down ~cue Fresh Prince of Bel Air intro music~: In 2015, I hit what most people and for all intents and purposes myself would consider to be ROCK BOTTOM!! My life quickly went from “normal” to being the relative opposite of that in every way imaginable. I guess as I look back over the years leading up to this turn of events, rock bottom was inevitable. Hindsight is most certainly 20/20 and this journey through tragedy,self reflection, healing and patience has taught me that. Most often when we hear the term “rock bottom” we conjure up thoughts of grief, loss, depresssion and any other range of negative emotions. This blog is not about that! No doubt we will discuss and reflect on the moments of anguish that come from being at rock bottom. However, as you may have noticed the title of the blog is ‘Solid Rock Bottom’. One might ask, how can rock bottom be solid? I’m a firm believer that in order to understand something, it must first be defined. The following definitions are according to dictionary.com : *Solid- firm and stable in shape;not liquid or fluid *Rock- used to refer to someone or something that is extremely strong, reliable, or hard.(this word also has other definitions, all alluding to a firm substance) *Bottom- the lowest point or part of something. So this is how my rock bottom became known to me as solid! This abrupt dismantling of my former life; that snatched away the creature comforts I had become accustomed to became the foundation of my hope, my love, my purpose and my growth. I appreciate you for allowing me to share my story.

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