Do you think that your disorder, your past, or your social status makes you damaged goods?
Have you created your own demons – the ones that haunt you within your memories, your regrets, your hopes, and your fears?
Several years ago, I told myself that I was probably too damaged in my anxiety disorder to find healing.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, then you’ve no doubt see the turmoil, despair, and fear swelling within our world.
Facing the void of searching for your “other half”
Pain. Heartache. Suffering. We loathe those words, for we all know the weight they carry.