Words can not express the love and gratitude I have for my child and my mom, dad, and sister.

If it were not for them I’d be dead or killing myself slowly with drugs and alcohol.

I would be lying if I said my own struggles and Demond’s didn’t make me feel like death was an option from time to time. I wish I was stronger. I wish my heart was not so big and I just didn’t care how others treat me or how they feel about me.

It seems my hurt would be less if I cared less. I know that everything works out, always does. I know that all feelings, good or bad pass. I know that God loves me, but sometimes I just want to give up.

Thankfully I have people that love me unconditionally, for without them, there would be no me.

I did not mean to freak anyone out by my earlier post.

My point is/was that sometimes people struggle. Sometimes I struggle. Facebook is misleading to me at times and I feel I am a part of that. Yes fun times, gratitude lists, photos, family moments, inspirational posts, etc are all lovely things. I however would not appreciate ANY of them if it were not for the tough stuff.

So for me, an occasional therapeutic post on pain, sadness, struggles, struggle with faith or what have you makes “it” more real. There are folks who have more than just your average bad day, people with huge financial issues, lack of faith in a higher power, relationship problems, mental disorders and more or all of the above…who could beat themselves up pretty bad by only seeing the “good stuff” in our lives.

Perhaps if one person who reads of someone else’s struggles sees that they are NOT alone, maybe just maybe, it could help. Help to see that life is not always a bowl of cherries, rainbows, sunshine, and moonbeams.

Help someone admit they are having a rough go and ask for help. Lord knows we all need a little validation from time to time and an extra hug, smile, or words of encouragement can go a long way in the darkest moments.

Here’s to “keeping it real”…

So since this Lil monster of mine has started walking we have gone from, No-No, to a stern NO!, to just now his first time out sitting in his high chair facing the wall.

That Lil butt smiles at me like,”No? Oh yeah? I’ll show you!”

What he doesn’t know is that move was invented by ME! Oh good grief!