Lately, I’ve been hearing more and more about people listening to lies: lies that they aren’t good enough, that they don’t measure up, that they weren’t made for anything special, or even that they aren’t loved. That last one really hurts my heart. The truth is none of this is true. The Evil One would
Growing up as the oldest child, I always felt this sense of needing to be perfect in everything. I don’t know why; my parents were loving, and accepted me for who I was, but I always wanted to be the best, to have them be proud. I worked hard to be the perfect student, sister
One of my dogs has anxiety. We noticed it a couple years ago when our neighbors started this thing where they shoot off fireworks for any and all the holidays, including ones I have no clue even existed (nope not bitter at all). She hears this loud boom way off in the distance, and panics.