Monday, August 23, 2010
I am....
I am a wounded child.
I have walked this Earth with wounds so deep I could not feel them.
Like Novocain, my hectic life numbed those wounds.
I thought I was ok.
My face smiled, my mind smiled, my heart smiled....
My soul...still fragmented.
I carried a weight that made me less than what I should be.
I allowed it?
Did I ignore it?
All was under clouded memory anesthesia...
Until the day my father died.
With this blog I hope to heal. I hope to help other moms who may be struggling too or others going through the same thing. I have had many tragedies, trials, and struggles to share....but I know I will gain more victories. I have a GREAT HERO helping me. Allow me to share with you...and thank you for entering my mind and my life.
I have walked this Earth with wounds so deep I could not feel them.
Like Novocain, my hectic life numbed those wounds.
I thought I was ok.
My face smiled, my mind smiled, my heart smiled....
My soul...still fragmented.
I carried a weight that made me less than what I should be.
I allowed it?
Did I ignore it?
All was under clouded memory anesthesia...
Until the day my father died.
With this blog I hope to heal. I hope to help other moms who may be struggling too or others going through the same thing. I have had many tragedies, trials, and struggles to share....but I know I will gain more victories. I have a GREAT HERO helping me. Allow me to share with you...and thank you for entering my mind and my life.
