Journaling me thoughts and feelings continue with this latest post to my stream. There is a method to my madness as I intend to use these journal entries in a project I am writing which will ultimately be a novel about being in love.

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So this was written the other night and it is my continued struggle to come to terms with my current situation.

God, I thank You, For your trust in me, so pure and true. On this journey, you’ve guided my way, Showing me the light even in the darkest days. My God, as I kneel before You, I place all my worry and pain in Your name, Knowing that you will carry me, And in your love, I am finally free. You’ve protected me through every storm, Through every trial, through every form Of suffering, I’ve come to understand It was you who held me with your gentle hand. Please protect me and those I love, Even the ones who gave up on me. In this moment, I set myself free, Free to be who I am meant to be. I embrace the light, I embrace the day, No more shadows will block my way. I walk forward, head held high, Grateful for life, for love, for the sky. I am finally free.

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Just another day, trying to cope, and helping everyone around me deal with the loss of someone we love.

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They always ask if you two are still together, when they’ll give anything to stir the pot and so happen to brake the two of you up. But sometimes your friends are right…what are we still doing together??

It’s never because you’re not cute enough, or your hair doesn’t flip the same way when you first met. I will say, it can be, simply put, that his eyes have changed from a gory pink to a bright summer green.

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Another day of trying to cope with the loss of my sister, and helping my niece cope with the loss of her mother. Trying to make things easier for her as she grows

This is about a dream I had last night, which is most certainly the subject of this entire stream I have been working on here.

Still me talking about the biggest mistake of my life this story as every story I tell you all lead up to one point or another.. now what that point is.. I guess we will find out together!

How do I get over the loss of my sister when I don’t even know how to start processing it? I am 32, single mom of one, and taking care of her daughter. I do my best. But… It’s getting harder and garder as time goes on. Because I don’t want to process that she’s gone. I know she is. But I don’t want it to be true. Months later and I am still suffering. I am still having a hard time. I am still trying to get used to life without her. I shouldn’t be trying to get used to life without her. She’s gone too soon. And I miss her dearly every single day. I Tell her daughter just how much her mom loved her. But… I wish she was here to tell her daughter.

I had this dream—or...maybe it was more of a nightmare. I saw my mom, and then I saw my dad for who he really is. But now I don't know what to do. I know we made a plan, but all I want is for her to come back. I miss her.

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Every place we go, we’re told how to live. Quietly, subtly, and sometimes loudly. People don’t even realize they’re doing it—passing on rules dressed up as values, expectations disguised as love. “Get a job. Make money. Find a spouse. Buy a house. Don't talk too much about your feelings. Forget what hurt you. Be strong. Be silent.” And if you don't follow that script? You’re called broken. Or lazy. Or too sensitive. Or worst of all—ungrateful. But what if the script is wrong? I didn’t just wake up one day and question these things. Life cracked me open. Trauma forced me to see the cracks in the system, the silence in the spaces where people should have been speaking up. I almost died from a pulmonary embolism that doctors ignored. I suffered deeply—emotionally, physically, spiritually—and it cost me years of my life. But it also gave me something most people never get: clarity. The kind you earn, not inherit.