I pray and I pray so hard, that God will help me to do more than just survive one day at a time. But this is all I can manage now.
Someone said that grief is more or less when you have love to give to someone but they’re not there to receive it.
Dealing with trauma, emotional pain and mental health problems is sometimes like that old wound that never fully heals. At this time of year it can be harder.
despite the stigma and whatever challenges remain, I have never felt stronger or more hopeful. And it is because now I know I am not alone.
I have actively tried, very hard to plod on. I have found happy moments, and I now see so much more of the beauty in the world.
I always say pain changes you. I am not the person I was yesterday, and tomorrow I will not be the person I am today. It’s moulding me into a better, stronger me.
…every day I decide to live, another person, someone, chooses to die. Their struggle is my struggle, but they have now gone while I still have a chance…
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How have you been?
I've let life get in the way of my blogging again. Sometimes, you know, when I cannot cope and my mood is low,
It reminded me of the times I thought I wouldn’t make it, but did. And the times I thought circumstances would win, but instead I did. It reminded me that I’m strong. I have much to give, and that no matter how hard it gets I just have to keep going.