When I think of how many years have gone by with me holding on by tired fingertips I get sad, anxious, and overwhelmed. This isn't living, this is just surviving. And I'm tired.
So I listen to music and think about Autumn. I imagine things being better, I imagine hope and doing something I enjoy. Having room for good in my life rather than being full of this illness muck.
And here I am, and I'm alive but not well, and my heart hurts so bad I can't find words.
xx, C
Praying for Light to fill your heart and soul.
ReplyDeleteI hate that you have to suffer so. And am asking for a miracle. Enough is enough already!!
May God's Grace, Peace, Mercy and Joy flood into your life.
That painting fits your post so much it makes me want to cry
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