"Broken heart," "Diagnosed with cancer," "Suffering with addiction," "Feeling alone," "Overwhelmed," "I am handicapped," "Experiencing a mental illness episode," "We have 3 sick parents."
I haven't wanted to write in 3 months. If I'm truthful, the root of it is because I never want to wear the "I am a victim" sign around my neck. I feel like a victim today. I want to walk outside and scream, "What else, God?!" What else are you going to throw our way? Our plate is full. The days melt into weeks and into months with 3 parents hospitalized, working, traveling, finances, mental illness.
I am sad. I am mad. I am tired.
To the off duty flight attendant who wiped my tears yesterday on Delta, thank you.
To the 7th grade friend who told me just to be still, listen and open my heart and receive the comfort and knowledge that God is in control, thank you.
To the friend who reminded me to be thankful for a God who gives us a new day. Every. Single. Time. Thank you.
And to the man I am blessed to share life with - the good, the bad and the ugly, thank you. Thank you for reminding me I am not alone. You are not alone either. We got this!
I am searching for my mustard seed and keeping the faith of hope and love.
