Sitting at work like, "Was I even here in December. When did the sun come back? What just happened to 2019, was I even in it?"
And sorrow cascades in a hushed certainty.
Fading in and out of reality.
And joy evades, and hope carries away..
what is sure to come again on a better day.
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.