The reason why I write the way I do is because I need to hear it too.
Because sometimes I forget I’m loved.
Some nights it’s hard to wait for dawn.
Some moments I struggle to be strong.
I write what I need to remember. Words are the trail markers I leave on the journey of life so I can say, “Oh, yes, I’ve passed this way before. Now I know how to move past this place again.”
I’ve struggled with depression.
I was once diagnosed with social anxiety.
I’ve walked the valleys.
It’s not where I live now. But I’ve been there. And sometimes I go back.
Don’t we all?
I forget to tell you that sometimes–to say that if you ever get the idea I have it all together that you shouldn’t believe it. That I sweat and cry the ugly cry and have dust bunnies and bad hair days and I whine and I sometimes completely forget that I’m already amazing.
I write to find my way home.
I write to reconnect with Love.
I write to know I’m not alone. And because of you, I’m not.
Thanks for sharing the journey with me. In case you didn’t know, I appreciate you even more than words can convey. I’m glad we’re in this together.
Just as we are.
And not yet all we will be.
Our best is still ahead.
p.s. Would any of you be willing to commit to being a prayer partner for me? I find I struggle most when I’m working on a writing project (especially a book–which I’m doing now). I’m asking for you to come alongside me to daily pray protection around my heart and life into my words. Thank you so much!
