s.a.m.'s journal entries

journal entry 1

s.a.m.'s journal entry 1

I want to talk to someone, Papa. I want to talk to God. Yes, maybe you're right that I'm lost but I'm going to find my way, home. Lately, I've been into tough times. Questioning myself, my existence, which led to my misery. I was looking for something I really miss, like something I want to do again. Things right here, seems to do not matter anymore. That hole I can't fill, that cyclone I need to calm down, that broken life I need to fix.

And my medicine is to write.

My Lord, my healer.