Okay, so it's as they say: pain so bad it's blinding.
I'm trying. I'm reading. I'm forbidding myself the comfort of my couch or warmth of my bed, but I think it's for the wrong reasons. I'm really just running from it. I can't even think about life a month from now, a week, a day... I'm living minute to minute.
I'm looking for a purpose in all this and I can't find one. Then I force myself to pray.
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