I was only confident in one thing- that from that point on I would try. I would choose to try to live.
In the search for my positive side, the word ‘better’ feels like a good place to start. For years, I have been chasing better-better health, better walk with God, better communication, and above all, a better situation for my daughter. That last one, it is breaking my heart and tearing me in pieces that are …
Wherever I hide, my feelings find me. I am struggling with this at the time.
I do this now in hopes that addiction will lose, and the warrior in my daughter will rise and begin to fight back.
I am learning the difference of being the one in peril versus being the family member on the outside looking in- powerless, exhausted, speechless, and scared. Picture me tapping my fingernails against the windowpane of a room I cannot enter, tears pouring down my cheeks, and fear capturing every breath I take.
“I just found your daughter trying to hang herself.”
Yesterday, as my loved one attempted suicide, I had no choice but to finally face my fear and to be strong enough to step forward in faith of the unknown.
There are two distinct memories of addiction that haunt me to this day. One I have shared, this next one, very few people know. How do we define successful parenting? Often, one looks past the parents and begins grading the successful adult children. It goes that way. The hours we put into teaching wrong and …
I have not turned away from God, or stopped trusting Him; on the contrary, my only refuge in this storm is Jesus Christ. Saturated with fears and anguish to the core of my being, my release comes every day as I share the truths of my heart with Him.
The circle itself is exhausting, the emotions life changing. Nevertheless, we do not give up.