Written from a space of: Sharing My Story
Photo by Phoebe Strafford on Unsplash
I was running, out of breath, sweat dripping down my face.
I had nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.
The words “You are selfish”, “You are a sinner”, “God is mad at you”, “God will never forgive you”, chased me until I could not run any further.
It grabbed on to my heart and made it its permanent dwelling place.
My world instantly became dark and cold.
Everything that I loved was fading away—my kids, my friends, my faith, my happiness, my joy. I tried to hold on to it.
My grip was firm but my palms were too sweaty.
My arms extended as far as it could go.
I could see it, I could feel it, I could hear it, slowly slip from my fingertips and it pained me.
My voice was frail as it whispered, “Please don’t go away, I need you!”
But it didn’t listen.
I walked for what felt like eternity.
My feeble legs started to tremble in defeat.
I was destitute and only bleakness and depression were my friends.
I couldn’t believe it, my complete existence collapsed right before my eyes.
Where was my weakened feet taking me anyway?
I thought about home, family, friends; oh to be comforted by them.
I heard the echo of my own voice as I yelled, "Help!"
It reverberated through every part of my body.
But no one answered.
How did I get here?
Where did I go wrong?
: Juanyta ~ with a ‘y’
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