"To Exhaustion...and Beyoooond..." (said in the best Buzz Lightyear impression I hear in my head...)
That's the adult battle cry.
At least, that's how it feels for us lately.
Kris and I fought a lot during the last week. It was primarily me, as always. But that isn't even why I'm writing.
I'm writing tonight because something is on my heart. On the way home from work tonight, I was heavily under attack. Thoughts came into my mind that I didn't want. Memories. Things from my past threatened to swallow me. It kept building and building, and as much as I tried to focus on something else or pray, it was persistent.
That's the adult battle cry.
At least, that's how it feels for us lately.
Kris and I fought a lot during the last week. It was primarily me, as always. But that isn't even why I'm writing.
I'm writing tonight because something is on my heart. On the way home from work tonight, I was heavily under attack. Thoughts came into my mind that I didn't want. Memories. Things from my past threatened to swallow me. It kept building and building, and as much as I tried to focus on something else or pray, it was persistent.
