I Just Quit

As I spent the past couple months dealing with a physical injury, I had no idea how much more this challenge was affecting my mind and my spirit. I thought I was strong. I thought I was ‘fighting through it’. I thought nobody could see I was in pain (not just physically). Then the day came: I was face down in my bed not wanting to rise. Not wanting to speak to anyone. Not wanting to fight. Not wanting to do anything except cry and be mad. So that’s what I did. There was nothing wrong with my emotions that day. I was perfectly justified to feel that way and to have a day for myself to express what I had been feeling.

The problem came the next day when I felt the same. Then the next day, when it was worse. Then the next day when I did not want to speak to family or friends about it. The sun would rise, and the sun would set; yet I could not come out of this dark place. No activity almost meant no talking to friends. No gym almost meant no relationship with Kaela. No worship almost meant no relationship with God. I was alone and stuck.

Here is an open conversation about my journey. Where I was, how I got stuck in that place, and how I am making strides to come out of it! My prayer is that this will encourage you or someone you know. You are not alone. I am not alone. We are not alone.


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