This week felt like I was on the passenger side in a hell cat that was going over 175 miles an hour with all the windows down. I’m on the passenger side of the car screaming. The music is bleeding through the speakers. I can't make out the melody that is being played. The impact of the air is clogging my words in my throat. There's tears coming from my eyes. I’m looking over at the driver. I am not even being able to tell them to stop. The driver is a blur to me. Who is the damn driver? I just feel pure chaos with each roaring of the engine. This was week ride!

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This month… sheesh we are only fifteen days in.

It’s been a solid fifteen days of tears, happiness, and anxiety.
I got laid off. My WFH job that I held down for 2 years is gone.

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This month tested me in ways that had me hurting.

Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. Financially.

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It’s late. The kind of lateness where everything feels heavier than it did during the day. The streets not quiet in my hood and neither are my thoughts. I just got out of the shower. That’s the place where I’ve cried the most this month. 

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