It's Saturday again and I escape to my room for a bit of rest and relief. I love my family so dearly but the week has taken a toll on me. I need some space and time to do nothing or to feel like I don't have to do anything.
I watch a show. A mindless viewing, it is the escape I was hoping for. Not thinking is good for me and to be lost in a realm of meaningless dribble, isn't so bad for awhile.
I go upstairs because I missed lunch. I'm not really hungry but I feel like eating. I'd like to eat a lot but that doesn't help me feel any better in the long run. Ah, a piece of toast. Just the thing. The bread is a real "no, no," white and chewy. Mmmm, I relish every sinful bite. It looks kind of out of place on my plate, like the way I feel most of the time.
I go to my frig and grab a bunch of grapes. I actually have picked out the dreamy kind that are so perfect to nibble on. It is a lonely Saturday. My mind trips back years to other weekends when there was so much to do. I like having nothing to do. I wish I had someone to do nothing with.
I am a warrior. I will get through this weekend and make it my victory.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Just a quick thought
I'm going through some stuff right now. I was just brushing my teeth and it came bearing down on me...I am so alone. I have a wonderful family. They are truly so wonderful. And I know that one can be so alone even when you are married. I know what that feels like. But as I go through these little struggles of mine I wish I had a hand to hold, a warm and strong body to snuggle with just to take the edge off of life for a moment or two.
I have no one to share my feelings with that really wants to hear it. No one that is truly glad to see me when I come home. When I talk about my day, they politely listen but they would rather not have to. I see it in their eyes.
I pray and pray. I study and I ponder and think. I know the Lord is there, but I can't feel Him. I can't get close enough to fill the emptiness. I know it is my fault and not my God's which only adds to the feelings of loss, failure and aloneness.
I have no one to share my feelings with that really wants to hear it. No one that is truly glad to see me when I come home. When I talk about my day, they politely listen but they would rather not have to. I see it in their eyes.
I pray and pray. I study and I ponder and think. I know the Lord is there, but I can't feel Him. I can't get close enough to fill the emptiness. I know it is my fault and not my God's which only adds to the feelings of loss, failure and aloneness.
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