My window became my way out.

Hidden in the shadows only to see a glimmer of light through a small window. not to feel the sun on my face but a hope. I was always on the inside of a box looking out. I lost all my sences ,the world around me and what my body was telling me. i lost depth perceptions and i couldn't speak clearly. i would say words like..base-a-ball..that meant bye I'll see ya...or Jamie...that meant Jay it's me. I feel sorry for elderly people, i know what they are going through and i know they are trying to comunicate with you. God got me out...((crying))....
It was the hardest thing i had ever done. Every time i fell asleep i would forget the day before...somtimes God would say Kimberly you can't sleep, you have to remember this. He got me on the foods i needed for my mental health and the right people.He had to push hard somtimes , i would get angry but i understood.He had to get me to a place where i could start healing.He didn't make us so fragile that we could not do what he wants us too. I now have my sences, but still learning about gereal things like i had just learned that it doesn't hurt to have my hair cut...When i think i am back to normal, i relize i have farther to go. God is putting me through a kid trial. stuff i should have already known but have to go through it again.
i have anxiety with these things because i haven't felt or gone through these in probably about 4- 7 years.I take things slow and easy and do the best i can. I always try to think positive because negative has a way of bringing me down.