The sunlight peeked through her curtains, giving her no choice but to wake up. As she listened to the warbling of the birds on her windowsill, she wished she could live freely like they could. No constant worrying about her mental health (or lack thereof), wondering if this would be the day she would finally lose the last proverbial screw of her mind. She walked over to her desk & randomly opened her bible. Her eyes immediately connect with Matthew 6:26:
Look at the birds of the sky: they don’t sow or reap or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you worth more than they?
What a love! She thought.
She had an unbridled passion for everything and nothing at all, and it travelled the chasm of her heart on a diurnal. Barely anyone could keep with her rollercoaster of emotions, not many people stayed. If they did, they loved her from a distance. No one understood her condition. Her defiance was a force to be reckoned with.
She stared at the mirror deadpan. It was time to surrender. Who better to help than the present Help in times of trouble? She then laid prostrate in prayer.