I am a divorced woman.
I am also a college drop out.
I am almost 30 with no material possession registered in my name.
I am in a biological season science refers to as my “Sexual Peak” yet, I am celibate.
I live with my parents.
I have a “clinically diagnosed mental illness.” (Depression & Anxiety if you were wondering.”
My hormones, and my mood, fluctuate without notice.
I love to give & serve and at times have been naive which led to lots of hurt feelings.
I have a handful of acquaintances; only a few I consider friends.
I’m not hungry or naked, but I’m “poor” by many standards.
I could go on and on, but what would be the point? I can sum it up in this,
I AM STRONGER THAN ANY STRUGGLE I FACE & NO WEAPON formed against ME shall prosper – EVER!
So while the world is making lists, I am busy counting all of the times I could’ve been wiped out, but Grace rescued me. I am not here to be perfect. I am here to fulfill purpose.
“You may write me down in History with your bitter, twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you so beset with gloom; because I walk like I’ve got oil wells pumping in my living room. From “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou.
I am Eryka.