Dear Me, We have made it to the sea. The ocean filled air soothes me. I can finally step outside. It feels good to be able to breathe. The icy sting from the water hits me. Reminding me that this is real. Getting out of bed in the morning is a pleasure not a pain. Aches from the past are drifting away. Baptized. Freed. Braided river. Ocean tides. Thank you for saving me. XoXo- Me
Dear God, Why do bad things keep happening to me? There’s been plenty of good but the darkness keeps creeping back up on me. Weaseling its way under my skin. Consuming me from the inside out. Take away the bad thoughts. They are trying to control me. I can’t take all of this pain. The suffering. Tear jerking. All alone. The quietness of this empty theatre eats its way through me. Please gift me strength…