I'm ready for Friday.
I am trying to get everything ready for my 6 week deadline before surgery.
I don't know if I'll get it all done.
I feel very out of control of things.
I still can't find any strong sense of where God is in this whole thing.
I never feel 'heard' by my father when my brother is in town.
I feel completely overshadowed when my sister is in town.
These feelings continue to feed in me a sense that independence is the safest place.
I'm tired of being safe.
I think sometimes people see me as unfriendly, when they haven't even scaled the walls.
Thank God for my husband.
He's helping me stay on track.
I'm hanging on...