All of a sudden it sems so real. All of a sudden my depression is overwhelming. Today it was me. Today I am broken for real. As if any of this were ever fake. I probably don't have a lot of time to blog. I feel so alone today. I had a very long therapy session today, longer than usual. So many memories, so many hurts. I need a break. I want, just for once, for someone to take care of me, instead of me taking care of everyone else. I don't know what to blog about. There isn't one ounce of profound in me. I'm struggling spiritually. I'm struggling emotionally. I'm struggling physically. I'm just falling to pieces. And people know this, and still, I feel so very alone. I know there are people who care. I know. But when you're in this crisis, you need someone tangible to hold you and make it better right now. And right now, no one is available. I mean, my husband is here, but my husband is in a lot of pain right now, and dealing with his own things, and I am not capable of breaking down in front of him. I wish I were. I wish. But it is in my nature to be strong for my family and protect them from all of this. So here I am in a house full of people, all alone. I should probably go be with them, or something. I just wanted to let everyone know I'm still kickin
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  1. kimv Says:

    I really wish I could be there physically to lift you up and hug on you right now. I know that my words don't REALLY help, they are just words! But all I can do for you now is pray, and even that doesn't seem like enough. I pray that God will lessen your struggles, your burdens, your bad memories, and your hurts today and in the days to come. I pray that you will feel His peace and His presence, somehow, someway, in this moment. Lord, please carry her through this and get her through this broken day. In Jesus' name ~ Amen.

    Please hang in there....I AM giving you a big hug right now - hope you can somehow feel it!!!!


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