My blog has always been my little venting spot. I’ve been doing so since 2008. I try to speak on all topics when I have the time to do so. However, at this point of my life after my grandmother’s death I’ve never felt so lost. Its like her death opened my eyes to all the cracks that are in my road that I have to actually fix and not cover. I see the cracks as obstacles that I can’t really overcome. I’m not use to this feeling of being stuck, in a funky mood, boarder line depressed. Maybe its one of those stronger with each tear, but given how much tears I’ve release I should be strong as the hulk by now.. And yeah I really do wish someone would come save me from myself. I wish God can someone to save me or help me along the way. Yup I do, I obviously can’t do this on my own. I also do need to remind myself and actually give the Lord (the way I just said the Lord with little faith is NOT GOOD - another problem) but actually give the lord my burden. I heard his lighter.
Can I just save Jesus as a contact on my phone and just text all my stress?
