Fear, you have no place here.

I dreamed of tornadoes.

That shook me. I have not dreamed of tornadoes since the tornado hit.

Maybe it’s because the power went out the other day. Plus, they are rebuilding the fence and other parts of the apartments. The more things are fixed, the more I realize how lucky I am to still be here.

That knowledge has me shaken. Again…*sigh*

I keep telling myself I am okay. I am not okay. In fact, I am not strong. Not at all.

I feel small.

I feel frail.

I feel terribly frail and oooooooooooolllllldddd.

I feel the terror again.

I want to hide.

From the feels.

From God’s Silence.

From everything.

Everything is making me tired.

I fight the tired.

I fight the frail.

I fight the old.

I have to.

I have thangs to do.

I sure wish I knew what to do next.

I still have my joy.

I still chase after my peace.

I have stopped seeking understanding.

How the hell can you understand hell?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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