I just want to shut it off sometimes. But if I do then how would I ever truly overcome it. There is such a strong and stubborn presence that it can be suffocating at times.
But I have to breathe.
Just take my time and breathe.
It will get better.
The memories may remain, but I will get better at responding to them.
Time alone will not heal all wounds, but He will.
It is crazy how close to the edge one can feel in just a blink of an eye. I am starting to feel like the eye of the tornado.
Chaos surrounding me everywhere I look and see that the slightest movement can send me to a place of no return.
Yelling is pointless and even breathing has become more difficult. I didn’t think this decision would lead to this much discomfort. Lord, please take this feeling from me.
Anxious. Why am I this anxious? Why won’t it slow down? Why does this always seem to happen at the worst time? How much longer will this last?
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