I am grateful that I can control me. If we master ourselves anything else is a cake walk. There was a time when I was so fragile psychologically that my family would withhold information from me in fear of how any bad news would affect me.
This year I am sitting in the home I have created for myself. I am happy, safe and more importantly, I am a prayer warrior not a chronic worrier. I can take the bad news. I don’t take most things personally.
I have recovered from the fragile state of depression and anxiety. I still struggle from time to time but a stumble is better than the drastic falls I had before therapy. I sacrificed a lot for my healing. I wish I had committed to healing sooner.
The root of bitterness has been destroyed. I am the master of my soul.