If we respond right, sufferings will produce amazing character. I'm really trying to get there. Although I suck at life, I keep refusing to let all of my life's sufferings be for absolutely no reason. And I hate it when people minimize another person's struggles by talking as if it'll pass by easily and without a thought like, ahhh oh well, "this too shall pass"".
Forget those people and their comments because they don't have a clue, they are NOT in my shoes.
And moving forward, I say, "something amazing is going to come out of all of this...and by whatever means necessary". Even if it was just so that I can see eye to eye with only just ONE individual, in this ridiculous planet...someone who doesn't understand life at all, and I can let THEM know "YOU are NOT alone♥️".
Not one single person my ENTIRE life has EVER understood me.
Here's to you, when your feeling alone, like I do now.
A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep drafts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, “Will I ever make it— arrive and drink in God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of tears— tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?” These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life. I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd, right out in front, Leading them all, eager to arrive and worship, Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving— celebrating, all of us, God’s feast! Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God. When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you, From Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar. Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids. Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me. Then God promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night! My life is God’s prayer. Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God, “Why did you let me down? Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?” They’re out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities, Taunting day after day, “Where is this God of yours?” Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.
At the time in which I participated in this photoshoot titled, SELF-LOVE, a year and a half ago, I absolutely hated myself, I was disgusted with my very existence, and wanted to die, everyday...now I'm in a much healthier place...and things are getting better...one day at a time.