Many of us have spent the last couple of days reeling from the new NY law that states babies can be aborted up to full term.
Just before Christmas I was able to squeeze in a local Christmas lights sight seeing with our youngest children. Unfortunately we spent almost an hour in traffic before seeing any displays.
Sixteen years ago I spent my nights working on a puzzle into the wee hours of the morning. While I should have been resting for school the next day (I was only seventeen), my mind was too busy for sleep.
Weak isn’t the same thing as wimpy. American culture would say otherwise; especially for men. You aren’t allowed to show weakness.
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.