Limbo Land Day Twelve
I have lost hope, and i have lost my spirit, all i constantly think, is i cant take this anymore, i dont understand the pain, and i dont understand why so many people have to go through this and worse, and i hate the fact that going through this has made me bitter, that it has changed me, that i have lost my carefree spirit, i hate all those things and much much more…
I have to have faith i keep telling myself, i have to believe in miracles, i have to believe i will be ok… That for some stupid reason there is purpose to my pain…
But when will i be ok? When does it stop hurting? When and how does my mind turn from i hate this, to i believe, from i cant focus on anything else, to i have complete faith?
When will i stop crying myself to sleep?
I want to have faith, but it hurts
I want to be ok, but im not
I want to believe, but all i see is suffering
I need a miracle
I need to see something that will once more make me believe that there is something wonderful out there, a reason, a purpose, something for me to have hope for, something for me to live for.
I need a miracle
I know deep down i want nothing more than to have complete and utter faith… Faith that i will get over this, faith that my life will go on for the next six months without me questioning my decisions, faith that my relationship will be ok, faith that i will be ok, faith that i will find hope again, faith that my lost spirit will come back to me, faith that i will one day look at myself and like who i see, faith that there are options, and more than anything i want faith that i will one day feel my own child growing inside of me…
But its so hard, it is just so hard…
For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and Hope. Jeremiah 29:11


Have you ever run until you cannot breath? Have you ever run down a hill with your arms spread out and your eyes closed tight? Have you ever run so fast for so long that it hurts, run so fast that you cant see the path in front of you, run so fast that all you can think of is your next breath in, your next breath out, you cant continue because there is no air but you cant stop because you haven’t got to the end of the road?










