Just whatever is on my mind . . .

Warning! This "Thought" may be inappropriate for some readers...

OK, so I feel like talking but there is no one at hand to listen at the moment. So . . .

Depression is such a difficult thing to deal with. It feels almost like quicksand. You feel yourself sinking down into its enveloping embrace, and you know the danger there. Yet, the solid ground seems to be so far beyond reach, and you have no energy left with which to struggle.

It is so amazing that you can be surrounded by loved ones, yet feel so deserted and alone. You want someone to listen, to care, to comfort. Yet, at the same time, you find yourself pulling away and pushing away any comfort offered. "Everyone is busy. They have more important things to deal with than your self-pity." Besides, what will they think of you if you let them know what is going on inside you? "Weakling. Coward."

They don't have to say it, you've said it to yourself a hundred times or more. "Come on, what's wrong with you? Stop feeling so sorry for yourself and do something. Stop Whining! What have you got to feel bad about? Stop being such a baby!" How long before they will avoid you? Will they walk by pretending they didn't see you?

OK, enough whining!

Sorry, I know that this isn't what you were wanting to read, and I most certainly should not post it. But it is what is on my mind and on my heart. Delete it, forget it, let it go. It is nothing, but it is my thought for today.

Ev


One thing have I desired and that will I seek, that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life to behold the beauty of the Lord and to enquire in His tablernacle. Psalm 27:4