A heavy heart, sighing with so much pain - of life - of existence - of responsibilities.
Heavy burdens!? We all have those to carry.
We carry them all round, sometimes oh so gracefully, sometimes so shamefully.
Is it the fear of being judged? the fear of privacy being stripped down to nudity - for everyone to see - that after all, it is just a façade? I think in all honesty - if you are a person who carries troubles without showing that you are, there comes a time when you just can't keep up anymore.
Are you feeling that way? Do you often feel that way? Helpless, hopeless, exhausted?
Guess what, I do so too, at times more than I should.
Somehow, I always seem to find a way to 'move' & consequently keep it going.
Hardly, do I talk about my private life, however I really think it is important for my readers to know that I am a victim of depression and PTSD and a lot of times I wallow in my pain - in my sadness and in predicaments prevailing at that time, so trust me when I say that I understand.
One of the reasons why I started writing was because of how bad my mental health was, I carried so much hurt and pain - with no outlet until I started writing and slowly found my healing.
I am an encourager, a gentle whisper to the heartbroken, to the lost, to the helpless and hopeless - reminding and affirming that ' IT WILL BE ALRIGHT!'
So hey let's take a moment to breathe!
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