Thursday, January 8, 2009
cold and low
Wreched depression is trying to wrap its wirey little claws around my neck again. I start to feel dead. Like not doing anything. Not cleaning. Not cooking. Not working. Not creating. Not loving. Just nothing.
At this particular point I am wondering if it is because I am not where I am supposed to be in my life. I am wondering if God has given me impossible ideas and actually expects me to carry them out. Does He really want me to climb out on this thin limb and jump with no wings? Seriously?
My life is becoming toxic. Where I work. Who I am around. What I breathe. What I hear. Maybe jumping is the only cure. What if jumping is the only cure?
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Posted by Jo