Getting to the core (allowing myself to be vulnerable enough to really love) is very painful to me. On a deep, deep, level, I still have the idea that I’m just not enough. I have faith, though, that this is being worked out.
I regret that I have been less than compassionate with depressed people at the group because I had forgotten what it was like to be paralyzed. It’s not so easy to put one foot in front on the other when all you want to do is lay down.
I know that this too shall pass. The sun is still shining behind the clouds. Sometimes it is just hard for me to accept that life is difficult.
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