Feeling misunderstood. Sad. Being good towards myself trying to believe yes I do deserve it. I wish I ..... I wish I didn’t..... I wish I wish and pray so hard and feel like I get teased with freedom then put back in the fire and dream of the next heaven that someday will cease to exsist. Waiting to solve a problem; waiting for time to pass until I am more grounded, at peace is a hope, figure out some goals. Or I could become lost to you under the dirt. intrusive thoughts playing games with my mind. I feel very sensitive and on edge. Trying to stay in the present moment. The tune is way off. Waiting to get it right for once and for the last time.
bad occurrences today that I’m trying... - Anxiety and Depre...
bad occurrences today that I’m trying to let go of +scary thoughts . anyone have something good to share about? I could use some good news
I wish I knew what to say to comfort you, Starrlight, but I know words on a page will only go so far. So, instead, I am sending you a song that I hope will give voice to some of what you are feeling and help carry you through this rough patch, courtesy of the glorious Florence Welch:
Starrlight, I've come back to your post several times and still don't know what to say.
Sometimes saying nothing but showing it with support can help. I hope that's
the case. Know that I care and am sending you love. xx
I was lost too. I had several vitamin deficiencies that I've mentioned in several posts and replies to other people's posts. Correcting those deficiencies helped but, I want to focus on something else for a few minutes. Where I'm living now, I was introduced to my counselor, name of Moriah. Moriah was 24 when I met her and I was 57. How can a young whippersnapper tell someone my age anything? Right? Wrong! For the first few weeks I was incredibly sick, weak & barely able to function at all. I also refused to trust Moriah. I only told her what I thought she wanted to hear. But, as I began to recover some physically, I realized something. My counselor really did care. Long story short? After 6 weeks or so, I opened up and I let her in. We had some marathon talk sessions, one that ran 2 hours and 40 minutes. Several other ran over 2 hours. Though her words were somewhat religious laced, her overwhelming concern, care and worry over my mental & physical health finally reached all the way down to the core of my heart. After I let her in I started recovering right away. Her support in my life enabled me to be strong enough to do other things like look up my own health problems because I found the doctors in my life sadly lacking. That's what I wanted to share with you. Moriah proved to me that there's a light at the end of the tunnel. There's always a light at the end of the tunnel. I will talk to you whenever you need it. Someone helped me and I'm gonna pass it on. Be strong & good luck.