silent
Courtney
I hurt. I feel so alone. I want to just crawl in my bed and disappear into my music. I need to not be responsible. I'm so depressed and I don't want to do this anymore. I want to get in my bed. I don't want to go to church tonight. (I feel horrible for that). I want to let this hurt take me over, and at this point I don't think I have any choice. It's washing me over like a wave. I feel so.. lost and numb. I hurt and I'm tired of it. I don't know what else to say. I don't know where else to go. I'm just reaching out... screaming, silently.
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  1. Janelle Maluenda Says:
    July 5, 2009 at 2:10 PM

    Hi.
    I feel pretty depressed right now too. I'm sad. And lost. But at least there's two of us hurting out on the www... I feel like I'm not alone.


  2. Kimmy Kay Says:
    July 5, 2009 at 8:07 PM

    I really, really wish you were not hurting...and I pray that, somehow, your day got better as it went! I really, really wish that I knew what to say to make you feel better and to take all of this hurt away for you...and I pray that God, who knows each of us so intimately will carry you through this time of hurt and depression to a place of healing and peace. I pray that you know you are NOT alone, but that you are loved by many people - even some of us who have never even met you!! I have been thinking of you and praying for you this weekend. Hang in there, please...

    Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name: you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned: the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
    Isaiah 43:2&3

    Love -
    Kim


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