I’m used to writing with a pen, but I didn’t have one and didn’t want to write. But I used a pencil. I was still able to vent though I don’t know what I am doing. I still haven’t sat down to truly understand and comprehend what you are saying to me. I have been sitting here waiting at the hospital now for two hours and it has taken me this long to write. (disclaimer: I had to take someone to the hospital for an appt and was waiting for a while) I make time for what’s important to me and lately that hasn’t been much.

I don’t even know what to say right now. I was angry and started letting things and people get to me. I’ve stopped blogging and writing for a while. But, I’m tired of walking by sight and not by faith. I’m really just over everything and ready to go home. I feel so mentally weak and not ready to go home either. I’m anxious and nervous. I’m stagnant. I barely have a desire for anything. I’m cutting corners, just trying to get by. Two weeks are dragging.

Thank You for life. Thank You for 10 years of marriage. Thank You for my husband and children and a place to stay and modes of transportation to get around. Thank You for growth.