I miss having my clothes fit.
I miss feeling comfortable in my skin and confident and good about myself.
I miss recognizing my face when I look in the mirror. The face of three months ago is not the face I have today.
I miss feeling confident that I was going to be able to give Arlow a good life.
I miss having a job I know and love and am familiar with.
I miss having my finances (mostly) in order.
I miss not needing a lawyer. I miss not having a court date.
I miss not being scared.
I miss having a family.
I am grieving so much. I am battling fear and shame and self-loathing and despair in almost every area of my life. All day, every day, I am keeping my mind locked up against anything that would come in that wouldn’t be the voice of my God. But the sadness? That’s valid.
And I know, I know that all I can do is cry about what’s been lost, and then pick myself up and move on. But it’s a lot. My entire identity. My entire life. Everything is upside down. Nothing is the same anymore.
And it’s my own fault. None of this is what God had planned for me. These are all consequences of my own actions.
I am so mad at myself.
But I can’t unpack and live there, in the what if’s:
“What if I never feel good about myself again?”
“What if I’m all alone?”
“What if I hate my new job?”
“What if my finances keep getting worse?”
“What if court doesn’t go well?”
“What if I’ve ruined Arlow’s and my life?”
“What if I’m not going to be okay?”
I can’t live in the fear of the future, hating myself in the present, and wishing with everything in me that I could run back to a past that doesn’t exist anymore.
I have to keep going forward.
I have to believe in a God who redeems, even when what needs redemption is a mess of my own making.
I have to believe in a God who still has good plans for my life.
I have to believe that He is in control, He is making a way.
And I do. I believe that.
But everything is different. And tonight, I just want to cry.