The last few days have been nothing short of hell for me. This past weekend was an absolute disaster. A disaster that included a fist-fight, a heart attack and birthday party (and yes, in that order).
I have had a continual headache and feel like I might need Migraine surgery. On a serious note — I do have a headache and a heavy heart.
I don’t feel comfortable going into details here of the how/why/when of the two situations. I do know that in a blink of an eye, I was 10-year old Kellie again, looking into the mouth of the beast and feeling completely afraid and small.
The past few days have left me feeling like the other shoe is about to drop (as if enough shoes haven’t dropped already). I can only say that I am hanging on by a thread emotionally and that I feel like a 100 pound weight has literally been placed on my chest. Fight or flight mode has been activated.
One of the things that I realize is that these feelings will not swallow me whole and in no way can I ever become that 10-year old girl again (thank God for that). I am dealing with the feelings as best I can although I have no desire to talk about them (as I usually do– I am a talker folks). Right now, I am feeling withdrawn and am in self-protective mode.
Oddly enough, I had a conversation with God a couple of weeks ago in regards to my weight loss journey. I said “Dear God, I don’t expect you to make this journey easy or without roadblocks. I only ask that you give me sources of inner-strength, motivation, and inspiration to draw from.” I have no doubt that I am being tested right now. So, if anything good has come out of this — it is that I haven’t went on one of my famous food binges or felt like the answer to feeling better lay in a piece of chocolate cake.
‘Til next time,