I remember the day I had my nervous breakdown April of 2011. I just couldn’t shake the spirit of “fuq yourself up” off of me. That whole day, I wrote down all the bad things about myself. I was an unsuccessful business woman, a horrible daughter who didn’t have parental forgiveness. I hated myself as a Mother because my Son’s loved their Fathers more than me. It was all bad. I’m not stable with anything. I love to dream and no one around me knew about my type of dreams. It was bad.
So if you find yourself in any type mental chaos and pain, I am heeeerrreee you don’t have to worry I can see your tears. I’ll be there in a hurry when you call. (Yes, I’m singing Kirk Franklin…I am here. )