Trying to get out

Sometimes life hurts. It feels good to get it out through paint. I have found finger paints to be the most effective. (I always start with paper...)

"Some of us are wound a little tighter," she said. (My amazing therapist)

I am one of those.

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Sometimes I wonder why I am alive, why I am here, why I even get out of bed. Graciously, Heavenly Father lets me have incredible teaching experiences where I taste eternity - it is something like a souffle, very difficult and very divine. And then, despite all the sad things I feel like it is okay to go on.

Plus, I have gained so much more compassion for those who never marry. There is nothing like being alone. And yet, if I am true to myself, I know that I am never alone.