My mind has been clouded with troubles and concerns that most women will never encounter. Everything is shrouded in sorrow, and confusion reigns on the throne of my mind. The new life that I am forced to live comes with an entirely fresh set of emotions, responsibilities, and weights that far exceed anything I have ever had to muster in the past. At times I feel that I am spiraling out of control, on the fast-track to destruction. Yesterday was one of those ridiculously tough days. A day when all I could do was lay in bed and cry, and honestly that's all I did for hours. Nothing seemed to help and no one seemed to have the power to rescue me. I felt hopeless, desperate, and alone. Though I have family willing and ready to help, none of that comforted me in my depressive pit, nor did I have the strength to seek out their help. I tried vocalizing the darkness within, yet I felt no relief. I tried worship and prayer, yet the anguish was binding. I tried emotional release t
The purpose of these writings is somewhat selfish, as they work therapy for my weary soul. Here is a place where I can refocus (purposefully) on HOPE and GOD'S TRUTH, over what I am feeling. Now, I don't believe that feelings are wrong; what I do believe is that feelings are great followers and unstable leaders. I pray that you might encounter The Savior who loves me, has protected and guided me through my valley of the shadow of death.