tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982455552430405284.post4408490683408732077..comments2013-01-26T19:10:48.319-06:00Comments on love, Kristin Nicole: the subthresholdKristin Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00978955979935860905noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982455552430405284.post-88422151028434419392012-07-12T10:14:18.079-05:002012-07-12T10:14:18.079-05:00So true, Nicole.So true, Nicole.Kristin Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00978955979935860905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982455552430405284.post-5835134791747836702012-07-11T09:08:58.912-05:002012-07-11T09:08:58.912-05:00Oh the whispers... Kristin I can so relate to you ...Oh the whispers... Kristin I can so relate to you there and others I am sure. I mean on a whole I feel like I have made some major personal strides and feel like I can confidently say I am happy with who I am and how far I have come. It just seems like right when I feel like I am really making some headway and have finally overcome my inner battle. There come the whispers again and sometimes I swear I can almost feel a sharp tug at my heart. As if the deepest and ugliest part of me saying "ha, I've still got you". It is so hard sometimes not to give into that and sulk for days, of course spurring on a generally depressive woe is me type of demeanor. I am learning that in these moments and sometimes days it is helpful to get my mind off of me, to put my inward disgust on the back burner and focus on the outside. Things such as being a diligent worker, caring daughter and sister, serving my husband, and loving on my friends and then I forget about the yuck and am able to embrace life as someone able to face it. A far too distant idea when I’m listening to the whispers. <br />~NicoleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com