Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me.
I only remember those words from that lonely parking spot, where I pulled over, and felt things leave me. I remember the words, and I still say them, when I am alone.
Starting my day for me is a time for me to reflect, think and consider yesterday. A mantra, a prayer, a voice. We all need one to remind ourselves of who we are and what we believe in, even if those words disappear in the noise of the day. Before I lay me down to sleep, Dear heavenly father, or what ever you need for spiritual help, healing or energy, use it, follow it and it will guide you. It is heard, you are heard. Even in darkness or the deepest caverns when we need spiritual guidance our journey will not be alone or in vain. The power of words hurt and also heal. The words mend our souls over time and remind us that time moves on and so do our souls. Your story, your lesson a one to admire as your words become your strength, your source of power over yourself, casting away fear and pain. Thanks for the inspiring article!