I prayed many times, unable to breathe. My sobs shook my core as my body heaved. I felt so stuck, so afraid and unsure. I became my own sickness, without any cure. Every morning began just the same
With sadness, anxiety, loneliness, shame... What could I do to get myself back? To feel the old me? To get back on track? Some days were better, the sun seemed so bright. But most were just dark. I could not see the light.
When I prayed, I asked why. I wanted to see.. what the purpose of going through hell was for me. There's always a reason...a lesson...a note...
A much bigger picture of words others wrote. I'm part of their story, as they're part of mine. It's a puzzle of pieces...and all intertwined. Timing is always the key to it all. It's the softest safe net to ensure we don't fall. My prayers, they got answered, though not right away but that is the beauty...God knew the right day. He knew the right moment, the date and the year... He knew that His answer, I'd sure want to hear:
"I'm sending an angel directly to you. I think you both now...will know what to do. You two have seen darkness but jaded you're not... You're at the right time and in the right spot. Your lives are well-matched, and so are your hearts.
Your bond never broke...that's the best place to start. You'll laugh and feel things that you've not felt before. You'll love and you'll dream and there'll always be more. You'll both feel a peace and a calm that's so pure.
The timing is right. It's now and it's yours.
All you've been through...it made you both strong.
It gave you the knowledge to move right along.
The pages are blank and the journey is here...
Write a new story without any fear." -S