I pray to God every day. I thank him for bringing me through. All the times when situations have tripped me up. I am walking. I […]
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I am less than 30 days from my 42nd year on earth. Wow! As a teen, I never thought I would make it to this age […]
This Thanksgiving wasn’t the same because, since February 14th, 2011 my life, nor I will never be the same again.
Death came and took my Father away.
I am turning 40 in May.
I am young at heart.
My skin in my body does not match my heart.
I am working on the inside spiritually.
But I also want the outside to match my inside transformation.
I feel like the more I push for greatness.
The more I get slapped in the face and it just goes the other way.
I just don't get it.
I am Daniella McLaughlin. As a child, I grew up taking care of my teeth and my parents taking me to routine dental appointments. During my teenage years, I was teased for wearing braces, but I longed to have a beautiful, bright smile.
It’s a whole new world, I never thought I would be back at a mental unit. I have to say it was overwhelming when the door clanged behind me. Then I had to realize that I wasn’t staying there, I was walking out.
As a pastor's child, wearing the color red was discouraged.
That meant, no red lipstick; no red nail polish; and no red dresses. For whatever reason, red was seen as sinful and devilish, too grown and sexy.