Maybe my lesson is the one you need today. Maybe your pain is still holding you down, even to the point of wrapping itself around your throat and constricting every breath you take.
Life happens to us all. I admit I pouted more than I should. As a non-crier, I cried a few times. I begged God to end this cycle, and we fought in the canyons of hopelessness. He won.
I bottle up the internal pain and suffering, only sharing with a few. I wear the mask and behavior of normalcy.
Surviving the journey of sharing your story.
Though I experienced trauma, I chose to not live traumatized.
Love is beautiful by the selflessness that must exist in it's center. The deeper I fall in love with Jesus, the less appeal this world has for me.
I am a strong woman, I was stronger than ever in a trance like state, but I couldn't bare the weakness and fear any longer.
I was only confident in one thing- that from that point on I would try. I would choose to try to live.
Steady proof I’ve Come so far. After the pain, the suffering, the healing, I Remain. I endure. I survive. Scarred. ..and whether seen or unseen. They are here. Whether visible or hidden Whether carved on skin or carved in mind. They’ve left me changed, Changed internal, Changed in life. The memory of their preceding pain, …