I refuse to be the tornado 🌪.

I refuse to be the tornado 🌪.

I refuse to allow anger to destroy my present.

I refuse to allow grief to disrupt my future.

Yes, I am angry at death.

Yes, I grieve.

Still, life goes on.

I CHOOSE life.

I choose to tell anger that it shall NOT speak for me.

Anger is an imposter. Anger disguises what is truly felt. I choose to deal with my actual grief, disbelief, despair, and wondering, in real time. Now. Here.

Beloveds, life gets to lifing. Don’t hide. It’s okay to despair. It’s okay to not be okay until you are okay.

I generally try to limit myself from bombarding folk inbox with my love and care.

Please understand, beloveds. Life is short. I don’t know how many days I have left. I don’t know how many days YOU have left.

I don’t know who may need what words. I don’t know which words may be needed by what person. So, I write. As God told me. Receive, if needed.

Yet, don’t discard these words. They are costing me everything. 😢

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am doing my level best to encourage as many as I can. Even as I grieve. Even as I wonder.

I refuse to allow death to mark my days with sadness. I am sad. Still, I have joy. Still, I look forward to my future.

Life is more than the pain you have suffered, beloveds. Life is so very much more than your unrealized dreams. Live. Love. Laugh. Rejoice. Through the hard. In the rain. We got this. Okay, we may not got this today. But that’s okay. I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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