A swivet is a riptide. Panic consumes you. How do you stop from drowning? Hopelessness smothers You need to reach out But exhaustion weighs you down. It’s Purgatory Your soul is crushed, confined. You can’t escape. Life’s despondency. You don’t want to die But you can’t go on living.
Today, I had a therapy appointment. I’m so glad I did. After yesterday, I felt so lost and confused. I was trying to be still and listen, but I just felt defeated. I was ready to just give up and stay put – but I can’t get so used to pain that I forget happinessContinue reading “It’s Okay to Have Jesus and a Therapist Too”