The secret a child won't tell.
In anxiety, we fight. And we win.
We jump from one side to the other, never knowing where we will land. A mentally ill 'jumper'.
Where the run meets the end. A poem of survival.
Though I experienced trauma, I chose to not live traumatized.
Not today Satan.
..our inability to feel better is not a direct result of some missing prayers or lack of faith. It takes time to heal the mind.
I used to think "Why did God allow this." Evil wants nothing to do with God, and we have free will in this world. Combine evil with free will, and you get evil acts.
I only understand one thing.. Grief is forever.
I was my own interventionist when things got out of control in my adulthood. I knew there had to be more than depression or this crazy alter ego of 'sex, drugs, and rock n roll' I was living.