The Mirror Part 2

If you are a frequenter of our website you have seen the poem beside the picture of my uncle who’s life was gone from us way too soon by the grips of the Brain Demon.

As I have started to write this blog and to be open and honest with my family about how I feel, my Brain Demon, and my really bad days, they have become one HUGE support group for me. Everyone has chipped in to make sure that on my good days I know I am an amazing person and on my really bad days that I am loved without measure.

For Christmas I received a small, purple journal that came with this note:

The contents of the journal are positive affirmations, Bible verses, and things my family wants me to know about me that the Brain Demon may blind sometimes. Across from the words are empty pages to write my thoughts on and to reflect on the words and how they resonate with me. How I chose to use the journal was as my new race morning ritual. So Saturday as I woke up and began my race morning prep, I read the first entry of my journal, which happened to be Romans 8:1. I read it multiple times to memorize it so I could say it while I was running. I also wrote in the date, the name of the race, and have now written my finish time and pace.

In the back of the journal there is a poem. The poem is the second part of “The Mirror” written for my Uncle. “The Mirror Part 2” was written for me….

The Mirror Part 2

Remember the mirror is only a reflection

It gives neither guidance nor direction,

The image shows only our empherial surface

While hiding the depths of our meaning and purpose.

Though admiring our surface can seem so appealing,

That shallow approach hides the truth worth revealing.

Remember the light glowing steadily within

Provides strength to conquer no matter the affliction.

So linger not long before the mirror's temptation.

Your job on this earth requires heart born meditation.

Absorb all the love that surrounds you each day

That your friends or strangers or the universe convey.

Then turn from the mirror, raise your face to the sky,

Gift the world with your love exponentially multiplied.

Debby West

This poem has such a deeper meaning than can be imagined. My family is so supportive and so caring and loving, I cannot even imagine what those people suffering with the depression and anxiety I do, do without the support of their families. I am truly thankful for all they do for me. They don't care how screwed up I am, they support me.

That is true love. If you are reading this blog today and you do not have this support system, please reach out to us! Let us be your support!

Be Kind. Love Each Other. Support One Another.

Our Story ;sn't Over!

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