Singing helps my speech get better. It is to help me with my cadence. So, I’m singing. Loudly. Badly. With gusto. Yikes 😁🥰😎.
Sing WITH me. Sing badly. With gusto!
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Sing. Life is worth living. It is. Be encouraged. My mouth is crooked from the stroke. Singing has really helped get my mouth back situated. There is so much I must relearn. The other day I cried just because of l have to remember and relearn. Then, I got up.
Get up, beloveds. Come on now. You can do this and so can I! I love you and so does He.
I don’t know much. I don’t know how. I don’t know when. I don’t know where. I don’t know where. I don’t know much much anymore. And, beloveds, that’s okay. For now…*sigh*.
I’m doing my level best to stay positive. I’m playing the ” good girl “. Crap!
Sure wish that I could:
Pitch a fit.
Scream.
Scream some more. I dare not. Instead I…*sigh
Run.
I don’t know what to do to with the me I used to be.
Can anyone tell me? It’s okay not to know. Be encouraged.
Don’t be afraid of the dark, beloveds. Everyone of us are fighting with and fighting through some dark times.
Bills are impossibly high. No one can afford gas or groceries I stopped by to encourage someone. God sees in the darkness as well as in the light.
Stand fast Stand ten toes down on faith, love, hope and joy. As my mama always said ” the devil IS a liar! Ha!
Dont let your present circumstances keep you from keeping on! Life is what WE make it. I plan to make the most of mine.
I had a catastrophic stroke. Big deal. Okay it sucks So what?! I fight on. Whether I feel like it or not. What are you fighting with. Tell it so what and keep it moving!
Reality is FINALLY setting in, beloveds. A reality I do NOT want to face. I HAVE to. Dammit, I HAVE to.
I cried in my sister’s arms tonight. Said I no longer feel like me. I had been itching to make an uplifting video. You know, one of m ridiculous and sappy ones. I was going to add inspiring music. I was going to wax poetic about the vicissitudes of life.
Then I realized, I remembered that I could barely say let alone remember what the vicissitudes of life even meant!
Dammit!!
I fired up my video making software but no longer remember HOW to work it which made me cry harder. Sis told me to teach myself again.
Monday morning I have a neurology appointment to find out just how much my brain has been affected. I am terrified! What if I can’t remember or relearn things.
Words are my life. How do I regain my footing, pun intended!Ah, God, what do I do with me now.
I am not the same. I will NEVER be THAT her again. Never seems like such a long time. I’m not depressed. Terrified. Sad. Wondering. Wandering. I am truly in my own Garden of Gasemeni! My ONLY comfort is that He promised to be with me.
I just stopped by to encourage someone to keep on keeping on. Quit is NOT for us We’ve got too many thangs to do!
Get UP!!! FIGHT! THERE IS TOO MUCH LOVE IN US TO DESPAIR, TO QUIT, TO RUN AWAY.
Cry, if you have to. Then:
Rise.
Move.
Believe.
Sing
Dance.
I may not can raise both hands. Still, I shall flap this left one with all that I have.
I’m no longer her. Then again, she’s no longer me.It will be interesting finding out who WE are…lol
Its okay to wonder who and why you are. Let’s discover together, eh. In case no one has told you today: I love you and so does He.
STILL here, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Be encouraged. Somebody pray for a sista!Asking for A Friend!
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