Hibernation
Courtney
I've hit my point. I'm at my breaking point. I'm broken. I can't take anymore. I have had a tension migraine for a week. I am now under doctors orders to take medicine and go to bed. And stay in bed. And so, I will. I will hibernate until I can not sleep anymore. I will sleep, and maybe when I wake my head will feel better. There is so much going on. So much I can't even describe. So much I can't even comprehend. So for now. I hibernate. Maybe things will look better in the morning.
edit post
2 Responses
  1. Just Be Real Says:
    July 23, 2009 at 3:21 AM

    Broken, I pray your head is better dear one. I feel your pain dear one and I can only pray things will be better for you!

    ((((Broken))))


  2. Kimmy Kay Says:
    July 23, 2009 at 9:51 AM

    Praying that you ARE following doctor's orders and getting lots of rest. Praying that this will help your migraines go away. Praying that the Great Healer will give you His rest, His strength, and His peace to get you through all that is going on right now! Praying that He will somehow take all of your brokeness and make you beautifully whole again!! Praying that you know how much you are loved!!!


Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)


  • I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.

    This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..

    Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.

    Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.