My First Thoughts

My community is struggling and is misunderstood. There is a hidden sense of hope in the heart of each individual. The mind however, is unable to latch onto that purpose. It can’t speak the truth to our souls, So we need to be in fellowship to remind each other that the pain is real and can be overcome. The “and” gives the strength to move and get out of bed. So that we can press towards the meaning of the day. The failure is in not recognizing that every morning that the sun shines on our face, lets us know that we were effective and resourceful. This blog is about acknowledging that strength through my own experiences. Hopefully, instilling some truth about us to the public.

My experiences were meant to be shared. My greatest disappointment is that I will never be able to live up to the sacrifice of those before me. The boy who committed suicide because he was bullied. Or the mother who lost her son to gun violence and needed to be hospitalized to receive the extra support to deal with the grief. We all know stories about the extremes but also can relate to the stresses of life where we need to manage emotions both joyous and painful. The anxiety about starting a new job to the sadness that comes with the end of a relationship. All of these moments were built into the fabric of my being. I stand in salute to the individual who has pushed past the criticisms of others to fulfill their purpose. However, I also kneel down to carry the heart of the broken. I am honoring my past by writing about my future. Please enjoy and take from it what you need. This blog is for you.

In health,

Kris

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