Iโll never forget the sound of me crying out to God to stop my heart from hurting. Everyday is a challenge. I carry the weight of it all. I got to keep going. I got to have faith. I got to pray. Itโs not easy. But I have a purpose.
This world breaks my heart. Thereโs so much ugliness and meanness in the world. Mama, I donโt how much more I can take mentally. Iโm tired of waking up, each and every day, dreading the day. I give and give and give. But if I am empty whatโs pouring into me?