I put off counseling for years, and I regret it.
The bathroom floor. Every week, this is now where I meet my counselor.
The bathroom floor. Every week, this is now where I meet my counselor.
“I just want him to be proud of me.” They are words I think to myself often. It’s been one month since my father passed away.
It won’t always be this way. I’m whispering it to you. I’m whispering it to me.
I’m too different from other Christian women. It’s a belief that has replayed over and over in my mind.