No claiming of days here.
Anxiety has had its way.
Only the 3 D’s remain.
Disappointment, discouragement, depression.
“My soul is a burden, bruised and bleeding. It is tired of the man who carries it, but I find no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of a garden can soothe it.
It finds no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry….
Where can my heart find refuge from itself?
Where can I go, yet leave myself behind?”
St Augustine and Wally Lamb
I know where I can go and leave myself behind…but it never works. As often as I think it might.
But thanks be to God…He never lets go of me.