dark night of the soul

They Don’t Know What To Do With My Weakness, But I’m Not Giving Up

They Don’t Know What To Do With My Weakness, But I’m Not Giving Up

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I’m not the mother you wish you had. I’m sorry I’m not the friend I once was. I’m sorry I can’t accept your lovely offer for a date yet.

You see…I am trying to keep my head above water. But the undertow is strong and it’s taking all of my strength just to keep treading water.

It’s taking every moment of every day to just look for the good. Just to see the tiny bit of light.

I thought this would be my year of healing. But instead of reaching the end of the dark night of my soul, I fear I have seen only just the beginning.

Don't Worry. I Got This. Trust Me.

Don't Worry. I Got This. Trust Me.

The Worry Patrol is on Full Alert now.

Especially my Worrier-In-Chief.

I have so many worriers in my life. (Don't we all?!) God love 'em for making us feel so loved and that they only want the absolute best for us. My parents are REALLY good at worrying, and as a mom, I totally get that.