For the past two mornings, I've woken up at 5:45. I think I've been hoping to get in some "me" time, time to pray and meditate, or just maybe some time to read. I feel like that's all been a joke. I feel like the devil is on my shoulder, whispering in my ear all those dark things in which I feel about myself. I'm not sure how to take care of myself to get back out of all this blackness.
Yesterday was a day that I barely remember. I felt like somebody else must have lived it and I just peeked in at parts of it. That's how out of it I am right now. I wish I could wipe the slate clean of all of these medications that I take, let my body detox, and then start from new. Would I just be another person hovering over my body, watching my life like it was someone else's?
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