I found god along time ago, but that story is for another time.
I don’t right these blogs just to talk or get sympathy. I write them to inspire. I’ve been through a lot in my life time.
I don’t make excuses for why I am the way I am.
It’s not just because of my mom and dad.
Or the shitty things I went through.
In the back of my mind I always knew who I was, even when I was lost.
I still get lost.
I belittle myself. I’ve let people talk down on me. The truth is I need to be more significant.
For awhile I was feeling like I didn’t have a body. This is hard to explain, but I will try.
I would wake up in the morning to get my daughter ready for school and I literally just felt like I was a head on a body.
Like I didn’t recognize that I had hands. Arms. Feet. Legs. Stomach. Etc.
I was numb. I still have my days but not as current as before.
Like I said it sounds weird, but it felt like I was just floating through life.
But why float when I can be known.