The Greatest of These Is Love

Hi guys! Hope you are having a spectacular day!

I've been thinking about what to blog about... And my mind has been coming up blank, blank, blank. Well, I have about 30 minutes to kill before I start my last work shift before going on vacation tomorrow morning... Yep, you read that right. I am leaving for Michigan tomorrow morning to see my dad's family for a few days.

Originally I wasn't going to go, I had a lot going on and I've been pretty down since my grandma died but my wonderful uncle gently reminded me that I still have wonderful grandparents who love and miss me. So, I was able to get out of some things and am now able to make the trip.

I will get to see my grandparents, all my aunts and uncles, my cousins and my cousin's two boys, plus it works out that I will get to see my childhood best friend too! So many exciting things going on.

For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling truly happy and excited.

I do, however need to remember to practice my self care even when things are good...

Back to the title of today's blog... I've been doing my art therapy again and today I did one stating the Bible Verse "The greatest of these is love." And love truly is the greatest gift and blessing and something we need to not take for granted!

I hope you have a wonderfully amazing weekend filled with love because you deserve it! You are enough! You are loved. You are you and don't ever stop!

Lovingly,

Katie Bug

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Tara's story.

" Here is my story of how I grew up in a home that was surrounded by domestic violence. Growing up was crazy for me. My parents always argued. Before I was born my mother and real father used to fight always according to what my mother told me and what my sister and brother witnessed. But after I was born my father stuck around until I was like 2 or 3. That's when my stepfather began raising me. After that my mother and he would always argue. They got physical with each other. They got to the point where my mother would get a knife and try to hurt my stepfather. I remember one time she chased him down the stair and in order to escape from her, he jumped out the window and broke his leg. This happened when I was younger. She has had so much anger in her we didn’t know where it came from. There were other times where she got angry at me and threw figurines at me. One Thanksgiving Day I wanted to spend it at my sister house, this was when I was in middle school, and my mother wok...

Ashley's Story

Thank you Ashley for being so brave! Love you. " Hello, my name is Ashley and I am 19 years old. I am writing to you all today to tell my story, thanks to the wonderful creators of this page. One of them happens to be my best friend :) My mom has always been verbally abusive. As I was growing up I struggled with learning how to respect my mom because she would always say things to hurt me and my way of defending myself was talking back. Others found it offensive and still do. They believe that every child should respect their parents. I do agree with that but it is hard to do when you are a victim in the relationship. Sometimes some people are opinion based on the old fashion morals and beliefs that every child should respect their parents. Those same people either blind themselves from witnessing a verbal attack or they don't care. My grandmother, my father’s mom, lived with us until she got sick and had to live with my aunt in Reno when I was 8. She raised me more than my ...

Stephanie's story.

" When I was in my mid-teens, I was sexually assaulted. When I was in my mid-teens, I was taught my sole purpose on this earth was to be of service to men, to be a sexual object, not a human being . After being assaulted, everything I thought I knew about myself crumbled. I became an object, not a person . The deep seeded shame society taught me was mine to bear crippled and silenced me. I was taught that what happened to me was my fault. I walked the hallways at school with my head tilted to the floor and my books tightly wrapped around my chest. I didn’t have to look up to know everyone was whispering to each other about me as I walked by. “Did you hear, she cuts herself, what an attention whore”, “Did you know she was drinking the other day in class? She’s crazy”. Little did they know about the pain I was feeling inside, how every day I would wake up hoping it would be my last. After my assault, I felt so alone and the only way I could release my pain was to wage a war a...

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