It Has Been Two Years:
I haven’t been blogging much and quite honestly I have had writer’s block and the winter months are not always the best for me. I struggle with my anxiety and depression a little more because the winter keeps me inside and in my bed (I hate being cold). I struggle even more in January and the beginning of February because they are not easy months on me emotionally due to my frustration or others’ lack of understanding of the struggles God placed in front of me just over two years ago.
Two years ago I was sitting in my poor Ford Focus calling my mother saying, “Hi, I don’t want to talk about it, but can you book me a room at a hotel? I have no money and no clothes to wear to work tomorrow, but I need a place to live.” My mother, who is my saving grace and my mom, didn’t ask a question, but said “give me a couple minutes and I will figure something out. “
My mother listened to me cry for days that turned into weeks, weeks that turned into months, and slowly my tears became just something that was normal. My father, an amazing man ,held me as I cried in a parking lot of a new apartment building because I was truly a lost soul. My dad helped me move into an apartment, outfitting my whole kitchen (Thanks Dad) and my mom drove down and fixed up my bathroom and my living room (Thanks Mom). But some nights I sat in my apartment in Tennessee alone, scared, and really unsure about what to do. Let me remind you, that this whole situation happened two years ago, and I still think I am trying to figure out my state of mind and so afraid that my life was falling apart at 22. I had a job, but I thought my life would take a different direction. I thought I was going to raise a family with a man I thought I loved. Little did I know that God had much bigger plans for me. He thought I could handle this battle, the battle that made me stronger, the battle that my parents helped me fight, the battle that showed me how much I can love myself, the battle that made me believe in Taco & Tequila Tuesday.
That battle is over; there will be others, but I know who I am and I know my strength.
I guess this is where I am going; two years ago my life was in my eyes “falling apart” but little did I know, what I thought was falling apart was so much more. I have learned so much about myself, about my friends, about my family, about life. At 24 years old, I have new Career in somewhat of a new field (Still in Education, just a different background) that I love more than anything, I am back in Maryland near my parents, and living with some of my closest friends, I have learned about closer, but most importantly I have learned a little bit about life.
As always thank you reading,
Molly Francis
I haven’t been blogging much and quite honestly I have had writer’s block and the winter months are not always the best for me. I struggle with my anxiety and depression a little more because the winter keeps me inside and in my bed (I hate being cold). I struggle even more in January and the beginning of February because they are not easy months on me emotionally due to my frustration or others’ lack of understanding of the struggles God placed in front of me just over two years ago.
Two years ago I was sitting in my poor Ford Focus calling my mother saying, “Hi, I don’t want to talk about it, but can you book me a room at a hotel? I have no money and no clothes to wear to work tomorrow, but I need a place to live.” My mother, who is my saving grace and my mom, didn’t ask a question, but said “give me a couple minutes and I will figure something out. “
My mother listened to me cry for days that turned into weeks, weeks that turned into months, and slowly my tears became just something that was normal. My father, an amazing man ,held me as I cried in a parking lot of a new apartment building because I was truly a lost soul. My dad helped me move into an apartment, outfitting my whole kitchen (Thanks Dad) and my mom drove down and fixed up my bathroom and my living room (Thanks Mom). But some nights I sat in my apartment in Tennessee alone, scared, and really unsure about what to do. Let me remind you, that this whole situation happened two years ago, and I still think I am trying to figure out my state of mind and so afraid that my life was falling apart at 22. I had a job, but I thought my life would take a different direction. I thought I was going to raise a family with a man I thought I loved. Little did I know that God had much bigger plans for me. He thought I could handle this battle, the battle that made me stronger, the battle that my parents helped me fight, the battle that showed me how much I can love myself, the battle that made me believe in Taco & Tequila Tuesday.
That battle is over; there will be others, but I know who I am and I know my strength.
I guess this is where I am going; two years ago my life was in my eyes “falling apart” but little did I know, what I thought was falling apart was so much more. I have learned so much about myself, about my friends, about my family, about life. At 24 years old, I have new Career in somewhat of a new field (Still in Education, just a different background) that I love more than anything, I am back in Maryland near my parents, and living with some of my closest friends, I have learned about closer, but most importantly I have learned a little bit about life.
As always thank you reading,
Molly Francis