I refuse.
I refuse, to allow anything to allow me to do things that are harmful to myself.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow myself to give up on myself.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow the world to tell me who I am.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow the apathy of others to allow me to be apathetic.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow my heart to be locked behind walls because others have not loved me.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow myself to apply streams upon others.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow myself to view others who do not look an act like me to be seen as my enemy.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow fear to keep me from pursuing my dreams.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to allow the rock and hard place to keep me discouraged.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to give up on the world and all the possibilities at the world brings.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to keep my burdens to myself believe in those burdens were not worthy to be borne by others.
Not anymore.
I refuse, to be ashamed of the way God made me.
Not anymore.
Did I used to give up on me? I did.
Not anymore.
choosing,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: We are forever confronted, with choices. EVERY day. A million times, a day. Choose. Refusing, to choose, only allows life, situations, circumstances, the enemy, your enemies, your friends, your family, to choose for you. Either way, life moves on and will choose, if you don’t/won’t.
This has been an incredibly hard week. I don’t know why but grief just will NOT leave me be. I keep telling grief she will be doing chores and walking and reading and bible study and Marvel movies and rinse and repeat til she gets bored and moves on.
I refuse.
One step.
I refuse.
One step.
I refuse.
One step.
I refuse.
I choose.
To be continued.
Remember:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU.
