No more Miss Nice Kelly anymore....confidence needs to come, and I am pretty sure it has arrived...

I am tired and sick of being lost in the abyss while everyone else is in reality and aware and firm...

I am not a fragile being like they think...

They have no idea the strength that fortifies my foundation!

They mistake my silence for being passive and a push over...

But my silence is a result of their ignorance and my choice to not choose that battle...

I am tired of the enemy trying to bring me down...

It is time to wipe away the blood, the tears, and the sweat, and be the woman I have always been underneath...

I am annoyed with the judgment and the labels, the comments, and most of all the questioning of my beliefs...

Lord help anyone now in my path who tries, and I say tries, to bring me down or play games with me!

Enough of the Nonsense!

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Jo just sent me this song, here are the Lyrics:

Less Like Scars - Sara Groves

It's been a hard year
But I'm climbing out of the rubble
These lessons are hard
Healing changes are subtle
But every day it's

Less like tearing, more like building
Less like captive, more like willing
Less like breakdown, more like surrender
Less like haunting, more like remember

And I feel you here
And you're picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars and more like
Character

Less like a prison, more like my room
It's less like a casket, more like a womb
Less like dying, more like transcending
Less like fear, less like an ending

And I feel you here
And you're picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars

Just a little while ago
I couldn't feel the power or the hope
I couldn't cope, I couldn't feel a thing
Just a little while back
I was desperate, broken, laid out, hoping
You would come

And I need you
And I want you here
And I feel you

And I know you're here
And you're picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad, bad situation
But you are able

And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars (x3)

And more like
Character