Don’t give up on you.

Don’t give up on you.

I was done, beloveds. I mean DONE. Finite. Finished. This is what I texted my big bro:

I think I am done with blogging and my channels. It’s obvious my voice is not needed. Am tired. Of putting my all and getting nothing but silence. Am going to focus on finding a job and paying bills. At 56, I am not weary in well doing. Just tired.

My try woke up, got made, and said “Hell to the naw!#$%#@”.

I texted my big bro again:

My try won’t let me quit. Crap. Fixing to go encourage someone. Starting with me.

Don’t give up. Not just yet. We have things to do.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: This last year has been so exhausting. I’m tired. It’s not that I am not hopeful, I’m just tired of traveling this same mountain over and over. Wife is asking me to do this. I have to keep going. So do you.

Don’t let the hard cause you to quit. Even if you quit, you will still be left with the tired. To rest if you must. Don’t you quit.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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