My brother’s struggle began last spring. But that’s not my story to tell.
My story is just an aftershock.
When I first found out about my brother’s problems, I ran to the edge, didn’t look back, and dove in. I knew, together, we would beat this.
It didn’t take long for it to be clear that no matter how many support groups, helping hands, and long tirades and tears I threw together, nothing would happen until he decided he wanted those things too. It was obvious, but I was blind. Even with his own troubles getting worse, and my constant failures to get him help continued to pile up, I could not take no for an answer. I had an empathetic ear, an open heart, a broken spirit; there must have been something I could have done.
Seasons passed and too many tears were shed. Too many late night calls were…
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For months I have been trying to brainstorm the perfect blog that I would have no problems writing endless posts and taking endless pictures for. I started giving up on my little blogging hobby; Every weekend I’m gone on a camping trip.. how could I even make my posts consistent? And then I thought, “Why not combine my two favorite things… posting content online with my outdoor adventures.”
So now here I am, writing a blog about my goal to climb all 46 of the Adirondack High Peaksin upstate New York. The only feeling greater than being surrounded entirely by nature is the feeling of overcoming a goal as great as climbing a mountain. I hope to try and put those feelings into words and share with you the exhilarating feeling that is reaching your dreams, or in this case, the summit.