“I wish you had never been born.” were the words echoed in my teenage ears by my schizophrenic mom. Thinking back on it, I see that was a direct demonic assassination attempt on my soul, self esteem and will to live. At age 43 stumbling through the darkness of depression, I began to wonder was she right about me. God makes no mistakes, we do. Every day I choose life despite the desire to give up and die. ”I am destined to do great things.” echos from the warrior inside. Trauma raised me, fear froze me, stunted my emotional and social growth. When momma died, she left behind the clone of her battered, bruised and fragile mind. Childhood taught me the dysfunction of love. Daily I shed layers of pain to keep from going insane, revealing a thicker skin. climbing my way out of the rubble life had me caved in. The odd one in the room who was never created to fit in. Faith in God continually pumps life back into me in times when I am weak. “keep going” Is the sign I see on the road to destiny. The Journey of healing and self discovery has no end. We will all face days of darkness and depression at some point in life. Those of us who fight, learn to become the light.
“Nevertheless, I will bring health and healing to it; I will heal my people and will let them enjoy abundant peace and security. Jeremiah 33:6
Author Christy Angelette 
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