Story time,
Once a upon a time I died.
I died of anger when I lost both of my parents a month a part, one I never met. I died when I was kicked out of an apartment pregnant in the projects.
I died when I moved from a regular shelter to a shelter for domestic violence. I died from depression but here in this picture, I was dying in silence.
But God gave me someone I never thought I deserve.... He gave me my own heartbeat in human form that saved me from my curse. See, I was dying in this picture but even as a babe she held on to me knowing everything will be ok.
And now I realize....I had to die multiple times this way, just to see this day.
THE END.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
In life, we MUST die to our sins. Whether it be depression, anger, stress, sadness, worry, hate, regret, suicidal thoughts, ect. If we don't.....we will continue to suffer without being reborn from each death. I was reborn into a better me from each pain my EYES have seen.
BENDING will FEEL like BREAKING....until you wake up to the sun kissing your face, thanking you for making it through another day. That's when you know you didn't BREAK.
PLEASE. TELL YOURSELF EVERYDAY.....YOU ARE A SURVIVOR!!!(not a victim)
Asè
I love you 💙