Before you judge me, try my shoes on. Don't walk that dreaded mile. Just try them on and see what you feel.
My shoes have been physically abused, mentally abused, emotionally abused. They've been worn down, run over, beaten down. My battered shoes have been all alone and at times neglected. Their "souls" have been ripped, tattered and torn. The tongue of my shoes has kissed lies, covered lies, covered secrets to protect others. My old shoes have been buried in slander, hidden in mud. My shoes have hidden in fear and ran from mistakes. They have run away from those that they called their family in order to protect their very sanity. They battle depression and fight for my life.
So try them on, you judgemental demon. See how long before you feel the fire that they have walked through. You'll buckle you slimy weakling. My shoes were made for me. Your judgement is nothing to what I have already conquered. I've beat you down more than once in my lowest low and I WILL do it again. You have no hold on me. I will proudly slide my 'resouled' shoes back on and show you that once again, I AM what you dream of being......an overcomer.
***please note*** This blog is NOT posted for sympathy. This blog is simly a rambling of my mind at this current time. If you have ever battle depression from any of the things I have mentioned, I'm sure you can relate. Sometimes we have to remind ourself that we can overcome.
