This is the fight in mental illness. Some days the negative touch fails to invade your thick mental health skin; other days your skin is transparent and easily penetrated.
Life will never be perfect. Still, the promise is kept.
I glance into the deep, Back where laughter rang free And life spun with the force Of a million galaxies.
Where have the Christians gone we ask.
About now I am praying to hear His voice loud and clear, or wishing for one of those talking mirror mirror on the wall things.
How do we do migraines? We keep going because there is no other way to do life.
..the lie became our false truth. Once we believed it, there was no turning it around. It was branded deep within, where lies go to cling and suffocate the innocent carrier.
There were years I evaporated completely. I gave in, I laid down who I wanted to be and caved in to the other side, the side I wanted dead. I think the exhaustion of fighting got the best of me.