I’m not one to usually cuss, but there are some things that can’t be described in your average Webster’s dictionary.

Life is one of them.
How do you correctly define life?

If you ask me, which most people don’t, life is shit.

I honestly don’t mean that disrespectfully
– but my grandmother always taught me
that if life gives you lemons, make lemonade

– well you can’t rightly do that with shit can you?

Add all the sugar you want – but in the end,
you just don’t get everything out of life
that you put into it,
you get what God put’s into it,
and sometimes…that’s less than what we think we deserve.

We are wrong…

I’m here to tell you that life gave me shit
– and God turned it into lemonade.

I don’t care whether you believe that or not,
but I know that I am one of the most blessed women in the entire world.

I’m sure that’s debatable, but most shit is.

This is my testimony.

This is the life I have lived and it’s hard enough to write as it is.
If you’ve had a peaches and cream kind of life,
good for you – be thankful,
but my testimony is graphic and extremely painful at times,
it may not be as easy to digest.

Read at your own risk