I was once told to ALWAYS count my blessings , my Grandma Jane was a wonderfully smart woman. So today I will count my blessings first. Sometimes in order to understand and fully comprehend a Blessing we have to confess a truth about ourselves we may be ashamed of or frightened by so today for myself and my healing I am sharing a bit of my struggle with you.  I am alive and though many of you don't know this I struggle with General Anxiety Disorder and OCD . These things are part of who I am and I am learning new ways to live with and overcome the crippling reality of this silent disease. Up until a couple of months ago OCD ran me , I couldn't create , I couldn't breathe , I  lost the things I loved about myself , but they are slowly coming back. I am thankful for my family , my church community and my sister Hailey who understands what I am going through and always seems to say something when I am at my worst that helps me to chin up and move along.

God grant me the strength to continue to grow , learn and heal , molding these pieces of me into something wonderfully amazing instead of a weight that stills me like a stone and many thanks to all those who understand me , for those who are like me and for those who support me.