Write, something...get it out...don't let your brain get the best of you. I have so much on my mind, so much going on...yet I'm having a hard time getting it out...believe it or not I am (or was) pretty horrible at expressing myself...I normally just stuffed it, and call it acceptance. I am walking around these days with this underline feeling of anxiety. It is me growing, this sobriety has taught me. This I know. It's sorta like if you were to ask the dirt how it felt while it was getting plowed it would probably say "Pretty shitty" but the dirt knows that soon seeds will be planted and beautiful crops will grow. So even though I feel like dirt, it's okay with me because soon here I will grown into something wonderful. The coolest part about it all, about trusting God is I have no clue what I will become but I trust him enough that I don't care. So whether it be a tomato, cotton, or a flower I know it will be amazing.
At least that what I'm telling myself?!