“Only after disaster can we be resurrected.”
That’s a great quote from a fabulous book/movie. It’s my sig on a couple of forums and I feel like I should be wearing a tee-shirt with it printed on the front lately. I feel I’m at the proverbial rock-bottom of life. I’m struggling to sleep and to wake, to work and to play, to laugh and to cry… Nothing feels good or right and I need someone to pick me up and hold me.
I just prayed for the first time in a long time. My hands are trembling and I finally cried.
It has to be uphill from here right?
I don’t really know what to write here. I dumped the blog a long time ago because I felt like I’d built this network of blogging friends and my entries were doing nothing but bringing you all down. So I just stopped writing all together because I felt guilty about that. But the truth is, I miss this. I don’t have many friends and the few I do have really have no desire to listen to my endless ramblings and analysis of my non-life.
That being said, I’m going to start writing here again because I need it. I need the self-therapy, the release, the occasional epiphany. I need to express myself with the bravery of being out of range and out of sight of those who read it.
Plus, I miss you guys. So now I’m going to check all of your blogs and see what you’ve been up to.
More to come.
… learning to dance in the rain
damaged calm 