I want to share some real life stories from a couple of the women in the LIGHTbeamers Community — which is our private group on FB.
Every week, I post a picture that is aimed to prompt them to tell their own story. You let the image spark ideas and creativity, mining a story the picture seems to tell.
Yesterday, I used this picture of a stack of rocks — the biggest of the rocks on the bottom and subsequent smaller rocks stacked on top, getting smaller as the pyramid went up. Each rock seemed to be perfectly balanced on the other — but delicately. The slightest shift of weight could make the whole ensemble come tumbling down.
One of the women in the Community shared these words — which blew me away:
In 2008 I hit rock bottom. I was mess physically, mentally, and emotionally. I wasn't sleeping, eating, my hair was falling out, I was having panic attacks, I was suicidal, and wetting the bed due to fear of him. I was living each day on eggshells. I was...