In life, we are given three choices. Give up, give in, or give it our all.
I gave up.
At 20 years old, I am fighting depression, my physical health, and desperate to find a path to my future. When I was 17, I was forced to sell the Thoroughbred that was my ticket to college due to three herniated disks in my back. With that loss, no scholarship to speak of and no idea of what I could do without horses, I crumbled. I was lost. Keeping my half blind Percheron partner - whom is the horse that eternally owns my heart - and buying back the cripple 16 year old mare that was my first horse, I settled with no better hopes for college than community and no direction.
I gave in.
Through trial and error, choosing degree after degree with only the thought I need to be safe I've been able establish that safe is not where I belong.
Now I'm giving it my all.
Four years out of the saddle, with only trail rides and backyard fooling around, I've decided that I want my life back. I want to get better, closer to God, and have the life I want, not the life I think I ought to have. I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I stand a chance at all. But I'm going to try. I want to help people, and I want to help horses. I used to be good. I can still quiet an anxious horse on the trail, I can still remember everything every trainer has taught me, and I have the passion to do it. This is all I've ever wanted, and I'm going after it.