…there is always one place I can, and do, still turn. That is to my faith, my God, and my Savior. Sometimes that is the only place I can turn, and I am okay with that. That is where I get my strength, courage, and peace of mind. Some days that is the only place I can turn, and even on the days when I do not feel a pressing need to turn to my faith, I still do; to say Thank You. Thank you for my children, my health, my job, a warm home, and the means to support my girls and myself on my own.
So after great accomplishments and gains, I again saw this on my 13 year olds arm today:
She says it has been a year, and I believe her, but why now? She said it was because she couldn’t yell at anyone?
Does she not think I would rather her yell at someone, myself included, then intentionally hurt herself? We go through this, and get her help, and she takes her medication, but still turns back to this to make herself feel better.
It hurts me that she will hurt herself, and I am so helpless to help her. I have tried everything, times 3, and well beyond.
This is what turns me to my faith. I wish she would start turning to her faith as well.