…midnight thoughts

…my mind is like a book- words racing and racing and racing- non stop, daily- and I’ve always avoided reading books because of it- I just couldn’t and still can’t fathom the thought of bringing in ‘more’ words when already dying to release them-

I think the biggest downfall to severe racing thoughts is the mental state of the person enduring it- because if the struggle lies in anxiety, depression, etc.; then thus becomes the category in the race of thoughts- it’s ‘so’ emotionally exhausting- and insomnia is almost always attached, as everyone sleeps.

(but) you find ‘moments’-

moments of love, friendship, of encouragement in cards,…and thus becomes the antidote- becomes the calm, the fight, the needed armor-

as even in the physical state of life, one can mentally be in their last mental state of war- and in the vulnerability of my writings, I simply remind them that they are not alone- have done ‘nothing’ wrong- and from the greeting of day to the farewell of night; “despite all”…

seek God-

kb ❤️