Yes, 2017 was good, bad, and ugly... and yet all the messiness pushed me to seek God like never before
I'm so sorry for missing in action these past several weeks.
I've gone from trying to figure things out on my own to telling others I can no longer help myself because I don't know what I am doing- a humbling, and sometimes embarrassing, experience.
The pressure and trauma increase and you quit your job without giving your bosses a two weeks notice. You get so overwhelmed with the trauma that you take the family car and run away when you're supposed to be heading to work. You contemplate running the car off the freeway or slamming into an Optimus Prime to end your misery. You then change your plans and you decide to sleep on the side of the road for a night in a different town, crying & screaming. You're paralyzed by fear; terrified of abandonment & of being pursued by your oppressor even though you know you're safe.