As I sit here, drowning in the addiction cycle that haunts our family, my Savior is my life raft. For the many ways he provides and comforts, you would expect there to be one flaw, but it does not exist.
When life keeps going, it also feels distant.
If only I had every perfect word. But we never do, because there are no perfect people here. We say what we can in the moment and hope it is enough.
-Alison Botha, attempted murder/rape survivor
Each of us is fighting some invisible battle that many in our lives have no idea we fight. I know I am not the only one in this place.
Another problem is feeling overwhelmed by my own life choices. Choices I made, with consequences that are on me. Overwhelmed wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, employees, can both rise and fall depending on their current state of mind, support, attitude, ability and trust.
When I started this blog series, I was completely convinced that my daily routine would change to something unrecognizable because my mother duties would drastically evolve into the unfamiliar. Today, I am keenly aware that nothing has really changed at all.