At times I feel that I am drowning in the floods while I am standing here in the midst of this storm. It seems unending, but at the same time I can see a little light beaming through the clouds. In the beginning, when this all started, I thought the world was coming to an end and I thought for sure my depression would overcome me--pulling me under to the deep dark pit of despair. I feared for my sanity. I lay in the darkness of the night feeling as if it was swallowing me up . . . tears watering my pillow . . . an empty whole in my heart where love once dwelt (well, that's how it felt anyway).Lately I have been showing myself that I am strong . . . I am a fighter.
I fight to survive.
God lifted me up and set me on a rock, and though the storm is still upon me with the rain coming down I still feel hope. I thank God every day for my wonderful family and friends who have been here for me and encouraged me through all this. Thanks to everyone who has been praying for me.
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