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Single again series-dating with trauma
It seems Men living in this decade aren’t interested in genuine friendship or having a spiritual connection. Well, those I have encountered. They are aggressively in pursuit of sex and playing manipulative mind games, giving an illusion of something more. I rarely connect with others, especially as a lover. I am guarded about who I…
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The middle of the road
These days I’m not living, I’m barely breathing. Pulse is almost none existent. My faith is like a defibrillator upon my chest giving the needed current to keep this heart beating. Jesus is the respirator that continuously breaths life into me. I started this year with so much hope sprinkled with the beginnings of happiness.…
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Mental spirtual oppression
I’m convinced mental illness is a form of demonic oppression, that’s the primary reason so many give in to suicide, homicide, or mentally shut down. We try to fix a spiritual problem with a physical remedy, such as medications, alcohol, and drugs. The truth of the matter is, all that accomplishes is suppressing the torment.…
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In the light of despair
Depression has had me down for the count more than I care to recall. It’s my inner strength, faith and spirituality that keeps me going. I’m still taking antidepressants, but without the other I would be lost. Spending weeks alone in my house stranded without transportation in isolation has been depressing in itself. Today I…
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The resurrection
Climbed out of the hole of despair, honestly it’s a miracle I’m still here. I know that spiritual warfare is real. I’ve been subjected to a brutal attack on my soul and mind, if I had to paint a picture of what I’ve been through; It would feature many demons posed as people taunting me…
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Words of the wounded mind
last time I lost my mind. I don’t recall you speaking life and wisdom over me.What I remember is you standing there, like viewing a body in a casket.I was alive, yet barely breathing.It takes courage to go to sleep,knowing there’s a 99% chance, you’ll wake up living the next day on repeat.It seems some…
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The insanity of my single
Having mental health challenges has made dating and genuinely connecting with another a disaster. It’s hard to tell if it’s just me and my personality or the scars of my trauma they see. I would like to believe it’s the fence God has around me. Transitioning from an abusive childhood to an abusive marriage; caused…
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The deepness of beauty.
Many have complimented me on my beauty. A few have stood there in the moment and stared, attracted to the radiant energy pulling them in. The way I see myself has changed over the years. True beauty is the essence of what flourishes within. Standing before the mirror I see a reflection of whatever I’m…
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The Cinema of Life
Every day I wake up and wonder when I’ll start living. Negotiating with my inner self to not jump off the cliff into the abyss of hopelessness. In my present season of growth, I’m fighting to live and not just exist. I imagine my life is a movie, the angels are watching, and anticipating my moves,…
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The light that shines in darkness
“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…
Author Christy Angelette
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Author Christy Angelette 