Within the past few weeks, the only way I have been able to sleep has been crying myself to sleep. And I mean, every night.
I feel like I’m running on a treadmill; sprinting for a finish line that I don’t see, nor do I know if it exist or not. And as I’m running, I see everyone oh so calmly living their life all around me.
I had a dream the other night that I cut all my hair off and just moved out of the country without any thought or planning. I just left. I woke up and stared at the scissors that were on my dresser. So instead, I dyed my hair green-blue so that it gave me the satisfaction of doing something different.
I’m trying, I am definitely trying to get through whatever phase this is in my life. This is definitely a test from God, and I know it. I just need him along the way.
〈〈♥Brianna, the Sunflower♥〉〉