Praying for Better Days.

I haven't looked in a mirror in at least a week.

Okay, so maybe I've taken glimpses, here or there, but completely by accident. When I put my makeup on, I squint so I can't get the full effect. I take baths in the dark. I avoid the mirror like I avoid anyone who has a stomach virus. Or a cold.

I'm sure I have tremendous bags under my eyes. In fact, I know I do, because my husband took a picture of me yesterday and I had to use a filter to eliminate them.

This anxiety. I won't say it's killing me, because I pray that it's not, but its doing a darn good job of making me feel like it. If I go out, I'm wearing a hat to hide my worn face. But I rarely go out. I listen to church sermons online. The only thing I make myself do is play with my girls, and go to work. Only because we can't afford for me not to work and I will NOT let my girls suffer because of this terrible illness that has a GRIP on me.

This past week I had a HUGE setback. I'm trying to recover, and I'm thankful for the long weekend, so that I can nap when the girls nap.

I don't know what else to say. I'm so very tired of being so miserable, when the blessings of life surround me.

I only post this to help others who may be in my same position. Please do not judge. I'm doing the best I can.

Giving it all to Him, He who can heal me -

L.