I have spent a lot of time thinking over the past 2 days. I am in a mild/moderate depression, so I generally don’t do anything except sit around and think. I have come up with a good analogy for my life….it is like a house of cards. Most of the time, things go wrong and a card falls but the main structure stays firm. Then occasionally, something goes wrong and the card falls just the right way to tumble the entire thing. I am mashed flat without even a foundation to stand on. I just lie there, wondering how to rebuild or if I even want to.
So, I had a bad night Thursday night. I honestly felt like I didn’t want to rebuild. I am tired of rebuilding. I am tired of fighting the unseen force in my life, and tired of wondering whether it is God or Satan I am fighting against. Yesterday was a little better…we went out and had Mother’s Day lunch on a not-so-crowded Friday afternoon. Then I got slammed again yesterday evening. I was actually stupid enough to leave my purse in the buggy at Wal-Mart and got my wallet stolen. So there goes ANY progress I had made during the day. I am so tired of trying to fight against all this. It is too much. I am just one person, and frankly, I’m tired. I’ve felt very numb for the past 20 hours or so. I don’t know what to do with it. I know I should try to do something, but I still just don’t want to.
I’m really not writing this to evoke sympathy in my 3 readers. I just wanted to get my thoughts out. Sometimes it helps.