The odds have been against me for most of my life
From the very start, I was born into a dysfunctional family, born to parents that couldn’t take care of themselves let alone children. Parents that were mentally unstable, a result of their own dysfunctional past. I lived through all kinds of abuse for the first nine years of my life from the people who I should have trusted first. Then, the next eight years I experienced a greater hell than the first nine. The scars from those abuses have haunted me for years.
Child abuse takes its toll on the body.
I believe the body, mind and spirit pays for the past abuse in ways I never imagined. Now, I see that the odds were stacked against me because now I live with a disease that has ravaged my body on the inside. I suffer with mixed connective tissue disorder, an autoimmune disease that manifests itself in many different forms that attack you from the inside, and Lupus, and major stomach and esophagus issues. Although my illness isn’t always apparent on the outside, it is creating havoc inside my body.
I’m an Over comer.
The odds have been against me so many times, but I am a fighter, and a survivor not a victim. Every single day of my life, I wake up knowing that today is brand new day and no matter what I might have felt like yesterday, it doesn’t have any bearing on how I will feel today. I mentally fight against my past and my illness every day, after all I believe that healing begins in my spirit, then in my mind, lastly in my body. I mentally decide how much I will allow the things that come at me each day control me.
God has a purpose for my life.
No matter the terrible things that have come my way, I choose to put myself out there in the world, to people I may never meet, hoping that I will give someone enough hope and strength to hang on for a little while longer. My quest and my goal is to touch someone for Jesus. He is my strength and a very present help in time of trouble. (Psalms 46: 1).
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