The pounding of the pavement as I took a quick run was exactly what I needed. Haunted by nightmares these last few weeks; with only one visitor to bring peace.
My soul burns. I miss my daughter, I miss my life, and I miss feeling lovable. Truly u worthy of overwhelming adoration.
I know I have great worth. I'm a loving mother, good friend, supportive spouse, and a willing giver of my time and help. But life has brought forward the fear that I may not be lovable. Not in the way of the sonnets and love stories. Maybe I'm just off today.
Tomorrow has a lot on its agenda and that may be causing my anxiety: PTSD had no boundaries. It's a bastard that I'm learning to control.
I will focus on my blessings to get through.
Beloveds, what gets you through?
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