Things aren’t so great. They could be worse though. Life, slipping away, by me trying to just make it through the day. I want to make great days happen, make people smile, but I barely just make it by and I typically want to die each day. Unsettled. Disturbed. Triggered easily. Clinging onto what little hope there seems to be. Why am I not happy, but dangling from a scary place in the rocks, climbing out the best I can only to be thrown back against the mountain to climb up? Need strength.
I like to believe my kids are watched over by not only me, but by angels also. Like during school and sleep. They deserve it. Lately I feel I’m not enough for them. It’s hard to keep up with them. I say a guardian angel prayer every day with them. It can give some peace. I want to believe. Seems too good to be true though. I wish I had my faith back because that used to make me feel stronger, comforted. Wishing... just thinking... just wanted to share so my thoughts are not so lonely.