The Fight of My Life Pt. 2

Good morning,

I know it's been a minute but with the uncertainty of my job situation, trying to hold down working 7 days a week, crying, being tired, depressed, not eating well, and yes the strain of maintaining a civil relationship for the sake of the children with someone who sees you as a horrible person- I'VE NEGLECTED MY BLOG, my sanity, my words, my feelings, my expressive little cove in this sea of uncertainty.

Okay it's Monday, oh yeah, oh yeah! At 10:15am I received a call offering me a job. I don't think yall understand the magnitude of what I'm saying (for real, for real!). This is an illustration of what God will do when you truly let go and let Him do His thing.

I'm sitting here crying as I type this. Don't worry, not the Oprah Winfrey "you told Harpo to beat me!" cry. But a subtle, soft, solemn sob that is a release of anxious, nervousness, reserve, humility, and most of all thankfulness.

I'm so thankful that God didn't give up on me like I've given up on myself so many times. There's been times when I've laid in bed and literally could not move because the weight of depression was so grave. I'm not sure about you, but there have been times, even as recent as this year when I've literally tossed in the towel, feeling like I wasn't worth anything, wasn't worth trying to cross that next valley, feeling like I was running in a never ending circle.

I declared a few posts back that I am now in the fight of my life. In many ways we all are. There are a lot of things we struggle with, which reminds me of that saying that, "without struggle there is no progress". After listening to the Obama speeches I came up with the following phrase, "Progress is made not given".

I leave you with this, the fight has just begun. And I am determined to fight to the end!