Taking Time for Me
As I sit here, pain filling my neck and shoulders, I refuse and I Mean refuse to go to the dr. Some might call this silly, ignorant, or even dumb. But I already know what to expect, and I wont put a vaccine to my arm…
I am taking time for me, because this pain is deeper than any pill could heal. I’ve been snatched around my hair, thrown around and abused. Only 8 months ago, I found myself staring in the eyes of Satan himself, (if he existed)… This pain is fresh, deep pain. It’s a spiritual pain. Something that only I can fix through making time for me.
Healing this wound is imperative but how do I go about doing it? I can heal others, (well help them heal themselves), I can offer anyone advice on damn near any topic, but I cannot for the life of me figure this one out. This pain keeps me from feeling my happiness, it keeps me from smiling and glowing. All I want to do is sleep, but it creeps back with the bat of an eye.
Abuse is never ok. If you’re in a situation where you’re being abused in anyway, you should find a way out. There’s always a door… you just have to see it. Take time for you, love you, set you free.