when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. and for this to come true, i entirely depend on You, Lord. I am not at all able to go thru this alone myself. it is a blow to me, but i will not be blown away...and i choose to cling on tight on to You no matter what. Tho it is really painfully painful... a sacrifice of praise, is what i will give you. During moments like this, in You and You alone I will trust.
beyond the smiles, the laughter and perhaps idk, the strong and courageous girl you see is this part of me who is sad and discouraged. who tears. I do not know where to start and had tried a few times to blog about this, and then finding myself pressing the "X" button. so i will just share exactly how I feel now... you know, it is not easy. to see myself having ezcema. it is hard. to see new spots infected by it. it is terrible to find out occasionally after waking up from sleep that your own fingers, yes, are the 'killer'. all those times of unknowingly itch being attended by them. The spot of blood. the fact that i no longer can wear short skirts and what not. the fact that the scars are so easily visible. Hideous scars. the fact that it got so terrible that two of my colleagues actually asked if i had a fall. it sure did looked like it and i don't blame them a single bit. adding on is my knees who is generally weak as compared to that as a normal person. the ...
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