It's been 3 years since...
- medication "oops"
- resulting severe depression
- pulled out by church, somehow by Advent
The memories of depression slowly fade, though I'll never forget the pain. And each year the memories strangely return on a day like today.
And so we're at Advent again. We're waiting, anticipating, hoping.
And today, I'm...
- stressed, but ok
- uncertain, but holding onto faith that things will be ok
- weak physically, but then again, much stronger
And the hope that brought me back 3 years ago remains today in a different way,
because as I wait, anticipate, and hope,
occasionally I feel