
My job is to encourage, support and uplift others, afterwards I come home to an empty home. Many days I spend the rest of my time uplifting and encouraging myself. I’ve been living this life alone since day one. Watching people enter and exit, like I’m a revolving door. My faith is the main reason I carry on. People cannot be depended upon. It’s not my kids, job, or hope for love that I do. It’s because everyday God wakes me up, I know it’s his way of asking me, not to give up. It’s gotta get better. Despite what I see, in this I choose to believe. One day this will all make sense and serve a greater purpose than depression and emptiness. There is light at the end of this dark tunnel. To those that fight the same battles, I get it. Your not alone. The bravery in this battle is carrying on and fighting for that life you wanna live. Hold on to hope.


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