Liz P. Beding
I’m a full time mother, self-employed in a small business, a free- lance elderly care provider and photographer, a DIY addict, and a free spirit.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the […]More
Black as a thousand mid nights in a cypress swamp. Loneliness that is indescribable. Confusion regarding God. Frustration with life and circumstances. The feeling that you have been abandoned, that you are worthless. Unlovable . The pain is excruciating, it’s beyond words, worst than melancholic.More