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It's Time To Find Your Voice Again!

Today was different. I cried.

I didn't cry because I was depressed, I didn't cry because of the overwhelming feeling of being so young with so much responsibility, and  not because of so much resentment and lingering pain.

I cried because my life matters too. I cried because  today would be the first day of the rest of my life. And in the moment of tears, I realized my life is bigger than me.

We go through so much as women. We try to make ourselves feel whole by putting our happiness in the hands of others.

Our children..
Our spouses..
Our parents..
Our spiritual leaders..

But who do we turn to when the world says we are to be second? Who do we talk to when we feel like we can no longer pray and hope for positive change in our circumstances.

It's time to say enough is ENOUGH!

I got to a point in my life where it was time to put me first. How could I nurture my children when I didn't even want to live?

I spent so many days and nights crying because I felt my life was…
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What have you done to us? The last time I wrote to you was probably in high school. You graduated, you lived, and you finally learned. You always bring us back to the days of 2010. I'm assuming that is because you feel like those days were the start of your life in good and bad ways. You had Londen and you made it a priority to "stunt"...but for all the wrong reasons.

Sure, you wanted to prove to everyone and yourself that you are capable of making big moves and handling those moves with minimal help and...quite frankly you did! But something was missing. That something you gave to someone else. That something that was strong enough to make mountains move. That something that the one who gained it all from you, wasn't delicate enough...patient enough...wise enough...and strong enough to see you needed it back.

That Something Is Love.

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