I bottle up the internal pain and suffering, only sharing with a few. I wear the mask and behavior of normalcy.
We fight anxiety from within. As a believer, that means Jesus is already there.
I noticed this week that I am losing focus quickly, am incredibly fatigued, and lost. If I don't write it down, I forget. All of these are my warnings blinking brightly.
My mind is like the final seconds of a washing machine spin cycle. It's tumbling, and taking forever to come to a complete stop. I'm staring, waiting patiently for the lid to unlock and the buzzer to sound.
Forbidden. A word the rebellious hate.
A story of love in adoption from a two-sided perspective.
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.
Navigating through the world is rough, we need hope and the courage to let go when it is beyond our reach.
Is the battle lost? Lost and found came in the wake of the reality that my ‘baby’ was approaching 18 and my time as a certain type of mother was ending. He is now 20, and doing well. I am now even more lost than found; I wonder if there will come a day that …
As an abused child, I stayed locked behind the bars my abuser erected for the keeping. I held on tight to those bars in hopes they would protect me. Their true purpose was to contain me. The darkness I felt then, I feel now.