I never wanted to be strong. But from the age of 16, when my spine was fused together with titanium, and my typical teenage problems disappeared into the bleeping of ICU monitors, I was told
I like to think I’m a strong woman. I like feeling in control and in charge of the situation. I like to have tools and to-do lists and everything in its place. This false sense
For You are my hope; O Lord God, You are my trust from my youth and the source of my confidence. Upon You have I leaned and relied from birth; You are He Who took me from my mother’s womb and You
I keep thinking, this has to get better. Something has got to give, mountains need to crumble, pain needs to cease. It’s time. And then, nothing. Worse, the mountain grows, looms like a devil. Florence
