It’s not over until God says it’s over! Keep going, no matter what it looks like.

It’s a healing journey.

My thoughts about the story on TikTok about Nurse Hannah. It’s a devastating story so please be mindful of the situations and concerns within this podcast.

This is for me and not for you!

I bought the dream you sold me. I allowed myself to just be. I gave you all my trust and let you sweep me off my feet. I melted in your arms and trusted that it was a safe place to be. I let go finally relaxed and fell into a deep sleep. You then pinched me with reality, but I just couldn't wake up. You shook me and called my name, but even that wasn't enough so there I stayed asleep while floating on a cloud no way to snap out of my dream and no way to get down, and the cloud began to disappear when you told me that you didn't love me. I tried to learn how to fly, but I didn't have the wing have wings when it finally evaporated, I began to fall at rapid speeds. You are nowhere to be found. You are not there to catch me when I finally hit the pavement I could not believe I was still alive. My heart was shattered, my mind was scattered, and I then wished I would have died there I laid in my own brokenness, unable to move, unable to feel. I slowly began to go numb because the pain was too much to be real.

I met a man a perfect man. He was everything I thought I could ever need. Charming, strong, intelligent, sweet. He was the perfect recipe. He doubted all of his eyes and crossed all of his teas. This man would stay forever, and he would never leave. gentle, kind and respectful he was considerate in all of his doings. He was dedicated to his own goals. He knew the direction he was going. His kisses were ever so passionate, his voice always calm and collected. He was a man who showed up spotless, a man that made me feel protected, but he told me about a mirage, a fantasy, this optical illusion. I ignored the details that he gave to me, and I drew my own conclusion. He told me this mirage would seem so real that it could fool him and even fool me this arra this mirage was only a trick that came straight from the enemy. Little did I know he was referring to he and I when he spoke about this mirage. I was falling in love with an illusion, a cover up and a well kept façade. This mirage felt so safe and secure, even though in reality it didn't exist. He told me that discovering this mirage would confuse me just like this. Now I am left with the story to tell of a love that I fell in that was not real where a man came in my life and made me fall in love with him, and then told me that who thought who I thought he was was never really him.