Anxiety – A Journey to Summer

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Tired of having to fight to love youI’m tired of having to fight for love.Fight for a hug.Fight for your sight.Fight for your might and will to love- me.But it should be you.If you don’t love you who am I?But it hurts mama. The selfishness in your inability to love you, for your family.When didContinue reading “Home”

I Am Not My Job

For the first time in my life I felt accepted. Not accepted because of “forced” or close proximity, but because of who I am. If you told me that this acceptance would come through co-workers at a part-time retail job I was too ashamed to have as a college graduate, I would not believe you.Continue reading “I Am Not My Job”

Something To Touch..

Something to feel other than this pain. The walls of isolation whispers. The call of indulgence hinders me deeply. Frustration builds, the enemy tries- but he fails. Speaking life when holding on to death is tough. Hearing God when listening to Satan is tiring. Wanting pleasure, wanting to escape, wanting to leave, but fearing thereContinue reading “Something To Touch..”