Mar 4
3 min read
When a broken mind dips its toes into the spiritual pool
There was a time when I would wake up, see and feel that I’m alive, and thank God for one more day. The way this made sense in my head was that just knowing I was being allowed one more day was the best gift I could be given and nothing could ruin my day. Most days this worked and I was generally stable in my moods and perspectives with some bad days peppered in (hey, we all have them right?).
