I had no idea the ride would end this soon. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what peace would feel like. Peace is like sleeping on a fluffy pillow or a soft, silky cloud. For those who have never felt it, it's far more than words can describe.
As I come to the end of my journey, I realize it is the end because I am no longer driven to write. I can say with much assuredness, that there is no greater battle in which to fight. Survivors, keep up the fight, don't stop now, you're almost there. No matter what anyone says, it's far more difficult to continue on the way you have been for so long than to reach out and get the help you need. Take the necessary steps to gain control over your life, for the first time.
I am overcome with emotions as I type. There are not words for the way I feel inside after the burning pain that I've endured for so long. No words for those who have been instrumental in my transformation.
My identity has now changed and I will be taking the steps, one-at-a-time, to figure out who I am exactly. I feel as though I am now clay and can be formed in any way I choose. Thankfully, my Father is a potter and I will bend at His will. Like a Willow tree that loosely hangs and gently sways in the breeze, I am now floating through this life.
I have been set free.
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