Festive

Christmas - the joy, laughter and merry-making time toward the end of the year. Or is it? More so it is a cloak that shields us and blends us into the festivities of it all to cover up the brokeness and bitterness faced along the course of the year.

It's been an absolutely terrible year, and I'm not going to smile and say my year was fine. I've lied enough, and I think this is where I come clean and be real...

Thinking about it, there's someone I really need to thank God for. I never realised it until today, but she's been there through the whole long issue beside me, making sure each time I wanted to give up, I didn't. And if the world would turn against me, she'd still be there. Each time I needed to rant and seek someone to talk to, she'd readily be there...

Thanks Sis.