Last night I got hammered.
Not the drunk kind.
The emotional WTF ~ didn't see that coming kind.
My head is swimming in thoughts...
how... why... when... what.
I am trying to stay claim and use the wonderful coping skills I have learned over the past couple of years.
I have been praying really hard,
and I am trying to pray the right way.
Not asking to make this all go away,
asking for guidance and understanding.
Asking for my head to be clear and my heart strong.
I am putting my "Big Girl Panties" on,
and dealing with what is at hand.
I don't have time to have a pity party.
Tears flow, but I am stronger than I give myself credit for.
Sometimes, it is difficult to understand why some are forced into difficult situations.
It's hard not to get upset or even jealous.
I must trust that all things have a reason.
I must trust that God would not give me more than I can handle.