Awakening to the bright morning sun peeking through eyelets in the corners of bedroom curtains…it becomes tougher.
Desiring relationships with people God hasn’t yet placed in your midst…becomes a focal point.
Living life with your family, enjoying every breath with them…becomes a struggle.
These have been my days lately, friends. It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve needed to experience this moment. I’ve needed to savor the agony. I’ve needed to be in a place where I feel utterly alone and void.
As crazy as that may sound, the healing process from a life encased in the thick layers of painted narcissism on a life that breaks free from the bondage once and for all, leaves one confused with extreme emotional swings.
One end of the spectrum: complete joy and freedom.
The other: complete fear, unknowing what steps to take next.
The contrast of these dynamics is utterly exhausting…and the only way to truly live out the healing process, so one becomes whole, is to be in the hardest space anyone of any abuse situation can be in: