It’s the last day. I didn’t write the last couple of nights because I needed to rock a snotty baby, I needed to take lots of pain medication, I needed to think about something OTHER than the darkness I’ve held onto in my heart. Although I didn’t write …
I skipped day 27. On day 26, I had the word “Enough” come to me in a couple of different ways. After I wrote on Friday, I slept. It wasn’t exactly a nap, it was more of an escape. When I awoke, somehow in my bed under covers, 3 hours later, “enoughR …
It’s raining. It’s grey. I’m chilly, even with hot tea, a sweater and candles. I want to be in bed. I want to be asleep. Instead, I am sitting on the couch with two bibles open beside me, my budget book unopened and an empty box of play doh. I keep trying to …
I cannot write today. Heavy, burdened, depressed, collapse. My dreams are of drowning, of the world crashing in around me, of cars and (I realize this is crazy) tankers full of tax papers. I even splurged on a tall decaf half sweet salted caramel mocha And that did not lift m …
I am tired. Baby is teething. My bed AND floor are covered in laundry. I still need to change my sheets (spit-uppy teething baby). Please understand that skipping tonight intentionally is difficult for me. But my eyes are barely open… Grace. With myself, is difficult. I …
