A New Year

Jan 06, 2009 18:20

A new year. A new start. A new hope...

All shot to hell.

Forgive me for being so pessimistic, but try losing five of your peers, people who meant a lot to you at one point (or several points) in your life and tell me how happy you are then. Chances are, you won't be happy at all. You'll try really hard to have fun, to be happy, but you'll fail. Because all you can feel is empty.

I feel empty.

Before this, I cried. A lot. I had breakdowns. I had anxiety attacks.

Sometimes I still do. But mainly I feel empty at this point. Except for those few tears that seem to escape, like right now.

It's a new year and all I wanted was to never feel the sadness of last year again. My resolution was to get help... therapy for my depression, grief therapy, therapy for the anxiety and sleep issues that I now have due to my grief. I prayed through teary eyes for strength, comfort, and for God to stop taking people from me.

I want to rise up from this dark hole, but every time I start to climb out, I get shoved back down and I'm starting to lose the energy and strength to attempt to climb up again. What's the point?

R.I.P. Jimmy Roberson and Breanne Mahon
1/5/09
God gained two more angels last night.
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