Ever have one of those mornings when everything that can go wrong, does go wrong? So, I'm using a filter to help me force a smile, cause damn! This morning kicked my ass. But I'm thinking it was to get my attention.
Bipolar depression is especially crippling, and I have had a history of being bedridden anywhere from a few days to a few weeks because of it...
This alongside instability, irritability due to sensory overstimulation, memory problems and anxiety have cost me more jobs than I care to count.
Sometimes you have to look back at where you’ve been to where you are now to realize where God was during those times. Hindsight is 20/20 as they say. And now I can see clearly, he was and is always with me.
I was standing in the hallway, pouting with no answers as to why what I wanted would not come to life.
Writing is not glamorous and it's not always fun. But I love weaving words together into sentences, and sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into stories more than I love doing anything else. It is a gift from the one who created me.
If I can help combat negative forces through spreading positive outcomes, then what a difference my words could make.