I can't take it anymore.
I think that I have reached the sum total of all the disappointment that I can handle. I'm full up, in fact I am overflowing.
No, nothing else happened. Nothing has changed. I just feel so heavy with sadness.
I was trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with me this afternoon. I was tired, which is normal, but, I feel like I have a huge weight on my body that I just can't shake.
And let me tell you, giving myself permission to be angry at God hasn't helped at all. I think that it's made it worse.
Perhaps I'm lacking endorphins. Or perhaps I shouldn't have skipped yoga last night. Maybe it's the barometric pressure.
Or maybe it's five and a half years of IF that have dragged me to this point.
What do you think?
I'm hoping that the potato mushroom soup that I made is going to help ease a bit of the doldrums, or at least it will be a tasty distraction.
Dear Prayer Buddy, I'm making you work overtime! I'm sorry!