Now that the Devil’s Day Debate has simmered down, I thought I might stir the pot a little with some truth.
I have spent far too many nights staring into my device as if it was some magical cure for my restlessness. Every time it would disappoint.
I’m kind of heated that I even have to write about this, but I’ll do it anyway because I love you all.
We have all criticized this man. Verbally or in our mind at some point. We would be foolish to never have wondered what is really up with him.
We don’t suffer from it but we often suffer because of it.
We are the ones who see the darkest parts of what depression does to a person. We have sat for hours in beds, on the floor & in bathtubs with it.
I’ve been here many times. It never gets easier. The person I look to for guidance seems to have less and less of it to offer until one day I realize they can no longer lead me.
She was so much more fun when you met, probably the life of the party. Then this guy Jesus wrecked it all.