I hate how my friends always bring up graduation and all the moms sitting together and crying and being all best friend-y.
i hate mother daughter moments.
and how everyone assumes that you have a mom on mothers day
or how I'm going to grow up and get married and not know what the hell I'm doing and have no one to help me.
I am taking this night to be selfish and cry about how everyone has a mom except me.
Yes, EVERYONE.
Except my cousin-in-law Elisabeth.
And Courtney.
And that kid Andy from my grade 9 science class.
i hate mothers day.
and I hate mother daughter day camps.
i hate the stupid moms who take 15 million prom pictures and grad pictures and save baby teeth.
and i hate the jewelry box in the closet that has all my baby teeth in it.
I hate the moms who scream loud on graduation day and embarrass their kids.
and sit on couches and hear about their kids first broken hearts.
Caitlyn.. it is in dying that we are born to eternal life says:
mothers day is a pretty hateable day
Caitlyn.. it is in dying that we are born to eternal life says:
mother daughter camps sound dumb, I've never been and never would like to
Caitlyn.. it is in dying that we are born to eternal life says:
My mom throws up at baby teeth, and threw all mine out
Caitlyn.. it is in dying that we are born to eternal life says:
and I too would hate a box full of teeth in my closet
Kata Kata Gaul Dalam Wattpad
4 years ago
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About 3 years ago I dropped into a black hole – four months of absolute terror. I wanted to end my life, but somehow [Holy Spirit], I reached out to a friend who took me to hospital. I had three visits [hospital] in four months – I actually thought I was in hell. I imagine I was going through some sort of metamorphosis [mental, physical & spiritual]. I had been seeing a therapist [1994] on a regular basis, up until this point in time. I actually thought I would be locked away – but the hospital staff was very supportive [I had no control over my process]. I was released from hospital 16th September 1994, but my fear, pain & shame had only subsided a little. I remember this particular morning waking up [home] & my process would start up again [fear, pain, & shame]. No one could help me, not even my therapist [I was terrified]. I asked Jesus Christ to have mercy on me & forgive me my sins. Slowly, all my fear has dissipated & I believe Jesus delivered me from my “psychological prison.” I am a practicing Catholic & the Holy Spirit is my friend & strength; every day since then has been a joy & blessing. I deserve to go to hell for the life I have led, but Jesus through His sacrifice on the cross, delivered me from my inequities. John 3: 8, John 15: 26, are verses I can relate to, organically. He’s a real person who is with me all the time. I have so much joy & peace in my life, today, after a childhood spent in orphanages [England & Australia]. God LOVES me so much. Fear, pain, & shame, are no longer my constant companions. I just wanted to share my experience with you [Luke 8: 16 – 17].
Peace Be With You
Micky
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