When love touches darkness is that what makes shades of greyness?
After cleaning up the mess from the war on depression, I believe that I’m blessed, not cursed to be alive. That’s the closest I feel towards happiness.
I thought I was healing, but the reality was, I coped with hurt and I adjusted to mistreatment instead of truly letting go.
You are a gentle soul. Your heart is gold, delicate as a feather and easy to hold. Don’t blame yourself for not knowing a liar and a fake.
I’m grateful to reflect on parenting because now I’m a grandmother. It feels like God has gifted me with a second chance.