but I am not good at this.
I just want to not feel.
I want to sleep, but I can’t because I know I have to wake up and feel this way again.
My head gets it, but my heart doesn’t.
I miss you.
I have peace, but not comfort.
Pretty sure I have to hurt. It is part of the process. But I never thought it would be this bad.
I never understood why people would want to drink but I kind of get it now.
I have prayed so much today. I’m starting to feel ignored.
I don’t know how to find comfort and clarity. And how do I even begin to look for a correct next step
I didn’t know it could hurt this much when things started, but I hope that even if I had known I still wouldn’t change a thing.
Son of David,
don’t pass me by,
cause I am naked,
I am poor and I’m blind.
God’s love is not a pretty, clean, Hollywood hot pink love. It’s a kinda love that is willing love things that are messy, willing to love even the difficult; the gross kinda things.
—John Mark McMillan (via thechristopherglen)