I’ve been following your posts for a while now, and it saddens me to see things progress to where they have. I know you’ve had quite a life and survived it all… but hey — I’m not going to beg you to stay. I only hope that in one form or another, you’ll find the peace that you deserve. Thank you for keeping me and Justin in your thoughts, and I pray that peace will find its way to you.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you and Justin. I don’t know why I feel so attached to the two of you and care so much about your wellbeing. Perhaps this is the sort of mission God asks me to undertake, caring so much about others and not much for myself.
I am aware that these bouts of deep depression will haunt me and come up unexpectedly with no real trigger. I just have to try to soldier on through them. But I know one day, I just won’t be able to do that. The physical weakness of my heart affects the weakness of my spirit. And the biggest enemy is loneliness.
Right now I’m feeling washed up and useless. Like the character of Fantine in Les Miserables, I have so many regrets and dead dreams. The depression tells me there is no sense in going on. This is like the Dark Night of the Soul St. John of the Cross wrote about, experienced by Mother Theresa and Therese of Liseiux……except I am no saint! Just so lonely.
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Hey Jaye,
I’ve been following your posts for a while now, and it saddens me to see things progress to where they have. I know you’ve had quite a life and survived it all… but hey — I’m not going to beg you to stay. I only hope that in one form or another, you’ll find the peace that you deserve. Thank you for keeping me and Justin in your thoughts, and I pray that peace will find its way to you.
Be well, my friend.
(It’s Shephard, in case you’re confused.)
i liked the song
Shep…I’m ALWAYS confused.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you and Justin. I don’t know why I feel so attached to the two of you and care so much about your wellbeing. Perhaps this is the sort of mission God asks me to undertake, caring so much about others and not much for myself.
I am aware that these bouts of deep depression will haunt me and come up unexpectedly with no real trigger. I just have to try to soldier on through them. But I know one day, I just won’t be able to do that. The physical weakness of my heart affects the weakness of my spirit. And the biggest enemy is loneliness.
Right now I’m feeling washed up and useless. Like the character of Fantine in Les Miserables, I have so many regrets and dead dreams. The depression tells me there is no sense in going on. This is like the Dark Night of the Soul St. John of the Cross wrote about, experienced by Mother Theresa and Therese of Liseiux……except I am no saint! Just so lonely.
Please, don’t forget me……….