Author Christy Angelette

I use to believe in order to cope, I needed a substance in my body other than hope. Drugs and alcohol. These days I choose to worship my worries and aches away. Something about praise elevates me beyond my problems. A different way of numbing the pain. My belief and faith is healing me inwardly. I still have days I cry to no end it would seem over any and everything. Then there are days like today when everything seems brighter and I feel lighter. As a woman whose been mentally and emotionally broken, people seem to shun and poke the bear of mental instability and run. I’ve learned to live without people as a necessity. Coming to the realization I need me more than I need them. During these months and moments of solitude, I’ve developed gratitude and growth. A will to live and heal. Depression and anxiety will not be the death of me.