A few years back a dear friend was going through truly the most horrific thing a parent could ever go through.
I remember something she told me then, “if skittles could cure everything, I’d be doing fine!”
Her words come back to me when life hurts. Lately, it’s like a broken record in my mind. I’m not a skittles person, so I’ve tried chocolate, peeps and circus peanuts. Circus peanuts have come the closest, but they fall short.
So I look at these faces…
And I cling to this man.
We keep a cadence to our days with homeschooling
I’m trying desperately to get a hold of the doctors. This, world, is impossible on Friday. Do yourself a favor, if you ever deal with mental illness, make sure to have trouble only Monday through Thursday before 2:30 pm. Getting help outside of that time is impossible.
I am praying like crazy too, and trying to keep talking so people can hear the crazy and point me back to the sane. Both are hard, but remember the pictures of those girls? Yeah, that’s why I fight. I know I am a broken record, but it is good for me to see and hear my put it into words. I will fight. I will fight today. I will fight tomorrow. I will fight the uselessness of the doctor I currently see. I will fight. Never fear, no matter how dark my posts are, I WILL FIGHT!!!!!
Survive til you Thrive!