An invisible wound each year I would re-pick. No matter how much new skin grew, I would tear it off to once again to feel those overwhelming emotions of sadness. Each year was the same two choices; either I overwork, or sleep the day away. As many prepared for a day of honor for their mothers, I…
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The Confessions Of A Needy Friend
I think this post has to be one of my rawest posts thus far. I have cried, prayed, got mad and became extremely transparent and vulnerable about my battle with rejection. This post is about the confession of a needy friend. I didn’t know I was that person until God begin to take me through…
Refined Treasures 