Death sometimes seems a better alternative to the deep ravine I seem to be in. I had counselling today. It hurt. I cried. I cried for my dead son. I cried for all that was lost and I did not have as a child.
Today I want to give up. I am very tired of feeling insecure, very tired of the negative emotions engulfing me, very tired that I have to fight these emotions on my own with God. Today I am tired. Today I don’t want to live. I feel like fading out.