A year ago today, I was called and told that I was no longer needed in my church band. (Click here for the full story.) If you have kept up with my blog, you will see how it has impacted me and caused me heartache every day for 366 days - every. stinking. day. That being said, I am here to say, loud and proud: I SURVIVED. I didn't think I would make it one week, but here we are 366 days after the fact, and I am alive and WELL. I will say that some days are worse than others. Some days I can go on as if nothing happened, there was no band, and I never got taken off. But most days I hold back tears, I grit my teeth because I can feel a literal pain in my heart, I reminisce, I smile like a fool, and cry like a little girl. I come off as cold and distant, but I'm just trying to live through pain every day. (Emotional and physical .) I'm not sure which days are worse, too be honest. I can fake being happy or I can be honest about being crushed. Either way is hell. How do
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!