I was in a pretty dark place yesterday. I've felt it coming on for over a week but I did not know why. Then my old buddy Depression swallowed me. I wrote a poem about it which is a first for me. Poetry is not usually my medium.
Sometimes there is a storm inside my head.
The clouds gather and I hear voices in the wind:
"You don't matter. You'll never be good enough. You don't count."
First, I rail against the wind trying to prove my worth,
but then I just curl up in a ball and hope not to drown.
Well - I did not drown, in large part due to dear friends who encouraged me. Their love and comfort brought healing to my heart. They told me that I don't have to carry the world and that not everything in life is my fault. Also, all I can do is my best and there is no shame in that. They reminded me that the best way to deal with negative thoughts is to ask God if they are true because ugly accusations like that never come from Him.
I am blessed to be surrounded by such kindness and love.