It is only 8:30 in the morning and I already feel stretched to my limits. Whatever dark is being  healed in me, is coursing through my veins. I see myself in the mirror, I see an old witch. my body feels slumped over and tired. my teeth yellowing , my skin wrinkled and scaly. all bumps and bones, bumps and bones.    Inside I feel of little value to this life. I feel dirty, unlovable and incapable. I am overwhelmed beyond measure.   do I dare live this way? do I dare have faith that I am healing? that I will rise from the ashes of despair a freer woman?   honestly, I do not know.  I don’t know what wakes me in the morning, what drives me to dress everyday, what keeps me close to God….I don’t know…

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