When all hope seemed as if it were lost, my mother encouraged me to write.  Write to God, write to a friend, write to myself, or just simply write.  It was not easy to pick myself up out of the miry clay and gather enough strength to pick up a pen when I lacked the complete motivation to even lift my head out of bed.  But with faith, prayer, perseverance, obedience, medication, therapy, support, acceptance of failure, and time, it has become healing to write and writing gives me healing.

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