Enthusiasm

[MajestyJo]

Had to smile when I read the last line. I had a major healing and prayer session with friends, a butterfly flew by my apartment on the 11th floor, and I realized that I had my zig to go with my zag. I had new zeal and faith, because it was like I was frozen from the waist down because of the physical and sexual abuse on my journey to the doors of recovery. It doesn't help your self-esteem when you are molested by your doctor and your husband rapes you. I thought it was me and my duty and my fault because I wasn't consenting. The roles we thought we had to play. The rules we thought we had to follow, left me standing with what seemed like no leg to stand on and not knowing where to go or do. So thankful I don't have to be the victim, martyr, and the scapegoat any more.