We have all endured hardship in one way or another, at different levels.
I grew up in a loving home. I never truly lacked for anything, but when I moved to a different home, a different state, I saw something I wasn't suppose to. I was little at the time, but I remember so vividly. needless to say, I was abused after.
I never understood what truly happened until I turned 14, then I got wind of depression.
I'm here to tell you that I could have stuck around in that area, wallowed in anger and reopening those wounds, but I didn't. Something that was intended for bad, although still wrong, does not run my life. I wage war with it every day.
- Do I feel used? yes
- Do I feel broken? yes
- Do I feel alone? so much
- Does that make me who I am? no
I will say one thing we as humans need is hope.
and I will also point out that with Faith comes Hope. I'm pointing to something more, if you want to know where I'm going with this leave a comment please.