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Since I had my stroke, this past January, I have to beat back pain, of some sort or other.
And, on the odd day where pain isn’t kicking my behind, I am wrestling with emotional pain that wants to suck the joy from my life.
EVERY day, beloveds, I must CHOOSE:
My mood.
My actions.
My feelings.
I do NOT get the luxury of allowing any of those to govern over me and mine. What’s more, beloveds, NEITHER DO YOU! Ha!
I refuse to allow pain to have the last word.
What say you?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: This is picture of me and my twin when we were about 8 or so. For most of my life,beloveds, I was teased, I was bullied, I talked about. I was told that I was “ugly ” every day. All through school, boys AND girls would follow me, calling me names.
I ate lunch alone. The lunch table was was my lonely island.
I never felt lonely. Until, I heard it enough times. Eventually, I slowly began to believe it.
It took until age 50 for God, for Jesus, for The Holy Ghost, for fam, for a few precious friends to love me until I had been filled with enough love to love me back.
I don’t know why I have hidden these words at the end of this piece. Maybe, beloveds, I am afraid you won’t read them. Worse, you may read them and not care.
I write to and for all the ugly feeling folk out there. You are beautiful to me. To Him. Be encouraged. Share these words with someone who needs to KNOW they are seen, they are heard, and that they are loved. Asking for A Friend.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!


















































