Pride. A word that has many meanings. A feeling or deep pleasure derived from one’s own achievements. The consciousness of one’s own dignity. The quality of having an excessively high opinion of oneself or one’s importance. The last sentence. The last sentence is true for me. I held myself up to a higher standard. I … More Swallowing My Pride
Why me? Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong? Cause I had to do something wrong for this struggle to be happening to me. Right? Up until 21 months ago, I didn’t understand suffering. Why bad things happened in this world. Why people are subject to hurt, illness, pain, suffering, hardships. … More Why Me?
I am so tired. Weary. Physically, emotionally, mentally. There are days, hours, minutes were I don’t know if I can take another step. Take another breath. Each day brings new challenges. Obstacles that loom larger and harder. I stand at the edge and I don’t even know how I will begin. The pain stabs me … More To The Mama Who Is Weary
Waiting. Waiting for the pain to pass. Waiting for the week to be over. Waiting for my child to sleep through the night. Waiting for the next paycheck. Waiting for school to start. Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for my children to be older and more independent. Waiting to fall in love, get … More The Thin Line of Waiting
I got out of the shower this morning and looked at myself in the mirror. Really looked. I saw a tired woman. I saw the dark circles under her eyes, the extra lines around her mouth, and the stretch marks around her hips. I saw how the grief, hurt, and suffering has aged her body … More Holding onto Hope
I am scared. I am fearful of the future. … More The day my divorce was final
This is just the start of sharing my lovely. My light. My darkness is only temporary. But my light is permanent. … More Why Lovely in the Dark?