tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806477537614366373.post3785292484552259587..comments2023-09-04T14:09:17.610-07:00Comments on She's Found Strength: When Life Gave Me Highlighters I Made Lemonade | The Struggle Linda B Hurdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07436658517412085198noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806477537614366373.post-38537104188742850802019-08-08T10:08:26.183-07:002019-08-08T10:08:26.183-07:00Omg! My eyes immediately began to water. You have ...Omg! My eyes immediately began to water. You have a strong spirit. Not a lot a people are strong enough to even open up to a stranger about their childhood traumas. God Bless You! Linda B Hurdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07436658517412085198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806477537614366373.post-1579465460089312682019-08-08T10:05:23.931-07:002019-08-08T10:05:23.931-07:00Thank you so much for reading and sharing! Great c...Thank you so much for reading and sharing! Great choices too.Linda B Hurdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07436658517412085198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806477537614366373.post-3507227426700057972019-08-08T10:04:27.077-07:002019-08-08T10:04:27.077-07:00Yes, we sure could have been cousins in a former l...Yes, we sure could have been cousins in a former life. We both understand that our childhood has shaped us into the strong women that we are today. I read your comment in cried. I am truly at a lost for words. Just know that I am always here to.Linda B Hurdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07436658517412085198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806477537614366373.post-90889590079806776842019-08-07T16:58:47.986-07:002019-08-07T16:58:47.986-07:00I can relate to pretending as a child, our lights ...I can relate to pretending as a child, our lights were cut off often I would just tell myself that our all lightbulbs went out at the same time and my mom just needed to buy more. When I think about the mental gymnastics I had to play with myself just to feel safe and not be sad it still makes me cry. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806477537614366373.post-44420581399505744242019-08-07T15:21:20.530-07:002019-08-07T15:21:20.530-07:00Wow this is so deep I definitely fast pray and med...Wow this is so deep I definitely fast pray and meditate. I rock out to gospel music too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-806477537614366373.post-32094124022618880892019-08-07T13:16:20.621-07:002019-08-07T13:16:20.621-07:00We could have been cousins in a former life. While...We could have been cousins in a former life. While my siblings and I never made Lemonade with highlighters we made sugar water and flour bread, which was simply white flour and water fried like cornbread till golden brown. I too am scared from my childhood.I have been to three therapists and I never told them why I suffered from anxiety or depression. I acted like I didn't know. I look back now and ask my younger self if I even knew my childhood was the reason I was so awkward, so anxious and filled with uncertainty about my future. Interestingly enough my childhood has made me the strong woman I am today. My childhood was more traumatic than I would like to remember but it's also the reason why I appreciate everything I have. I am very grateful to have a stable roof over my head,which also was a sad uncertainty back then. Through your blogs sometimes brings me to tears because I picture myself sitting in what I thought was my own pain of being without as a child and how I felt and longed for things my mom couldn't afford. I'm talking about clothes for school, a meal every night and to take away the pain my mom felt because she felt like a failure. I sometimes read your emails and I can't even respond because I am blinded by my tears.I pray that I may always remain humble because I carry around the trauma like baggage of my childhood hidden away behind my smile. <br />Angela Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06062690212005546564noreply@blogger.com