Tuesday morning I drooped.
My these days usually cheerful mood - ecstatically cheerful recently - disappeared and was replaced by that once familiar knotted stomach. The black cloud was so real, its gloomy pressure tangible, that apathy encased me like a barrier of thorns.
I'd almost forgotten what it was like. An old enemy that once held sway over my life, shredding it to miserable little pieces. I am so glad I'm not in that place any more.
Tuesday's decline was temporary; by late evening it had passed. But its memory and the reminder of how I used to be frightened me. I don't want to go there again.
I need to bounce that's what it is! The weather - and my poorliness - has stopped me getting out there and bouncing; I must bounce. I need to bounce! Let there be bouncing. (And maybe chocolate.)
6 comments:
Oh, that must have been a nasty reminder. I hope you get your bounce back in very large quantities.
Liz, you're a Christian I believe. Therein lies all the succour needed through the bad times. They aren't platitutdes - they work.
Hi Liz
You said to me
"When the impossibility of it all engulfs me I think of Jesus the man on earth and cling on to that."
He's here now for you.
He's here always for you.
Reach out and grasp his hand.
Oh I have, nick!
Calum, good to hear from you!
You've had a very busy few months ! You'll be like Tigger again in no time .
I am, sonata.
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