The muck

Some days I wonder where God is. I know He is there, but I’m hurting in the worst way I ever have. There are days I try to make it through the day without making any footprints in the lives of other, because I can’t deal right now. My spirit is crushed, ¬†and with each day that I try to be a better person or worthwhile to others, I seem to fail completely. I’m struggling with catching up with life. I feel like a rope is tied around my waist and that more weight is being added to it, daily, so I don’t move.

I’m tired. A lot of change at once. Even though it all has the potential to be very good change, I’ve never felt so lost and alone. Ever.