Right after we moved into our new home something happened.
I've never felt more hurt, scared, angry, or sad in my entire life.
I am trying to be strong for the sake of my baby boy, who understands WAY too much.
I am trying to rely on my Savior because honestly, that's all I can think of to help.
And it has.
It has been a long month. Actually long is an understatement. But I believe there is light at the end of this dark tunnel.
Until I can really breathe and function again, please forgive me if I'm a bit absent from this blog.
This is a way I journal and while I'm tempted to write about my pain here, I feel like it is too personal for the internet to have.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel Marathon
3 months ago