I am glad to be alive. I am glad to cry and feel pain and laugh and dance- sometimes all at once.
I did not always feel that way. I wanted to escape. Stop the spinning chaotic ride of life and jump off. Where’s the exit door?? Life hurts. My heart has been scratched and bruised. I want to hide in silence forever.
Looking around I see that there are others who have felt this way. I want to share stories. Stories of darkness pierced by light.
My dark seasons have given me treasures.
Handles of hope to cling to and climb out of the pit into the sunshine.
It is good to be alive.
I will share my stories of hope and please send me yours.
Let’s walk together.