Dear Diary,
As i sit and watch the snow falling outside, I am taken back to another time when I was trapped inside with a monster. I had nowhere to run to and no one to call. My life was hell in my own home.
I am not writing this to reminisce about the horrors of my past; I am writing because I am able to sit and see the beauty in this beautiful picture GOD is painting.
I am able to enjoy being home without any cares that matter right now. The Tragedy was once me but now I am FREE.
LET your SILENCE be HEARD!
Maria W.
The Wall Foundation Inc.
HEALing THrough Hurt i-Talk Radio
Dear Diary & My Two Cents of Cerebral
As i sit and watch the snow falling outside, I am taken back to another time when I was trapped inside with a monster. I had nowhere to run to and no one to call. My life was hell in my own home.
I am not writing this to reminisce about the horrors of my past; I am writing because I am able to sit and see the beauty in this beautiful picture GOD is painting.
I am able to enjoy being home without any cares that matter right now. The Tragedy was once me but now I am FREE.
LET your SILENCE be HEARD!
Maria W.
The Wall Foundation Inc.
HEALing THrough Hurt i-Talk Radio
Dear Diary & My Two Cents of Cerebral
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