it’s like everything I touch falls to pieces.
can’t keep a job. can’t take care of myself. can’t do anything my parents find worthy of approval.
when I’m sick, it’s apparently my fault. when i’m stressed, i’m told I have no reason to be.i’ve lived my whole life feeling loved and yet being treated like i am not good enough to be worthy of that love.
and i’m so tired of that.
it’s because of these things though, that we know the love of Jesus Christ best. better than those who have had it “good” their whole lives.
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