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Monday, September 04, 2006
Sadness seems to have its own body, its own form. It covers one like a wet cold blanket. Sticking and clinging to every part of the person. It restricts movement and productivity. It sufficates the soul. Getting out of bed is hard. It doesn't comply to the wishes of the body or the mind. It drains the energy and spirit . Why won't it leave me? Why has it been here so long? Why do I fight her every morning? How can I make it leave? I am exhaused by fighting this sadness. I just want to rest and sleep in peace without the tears.