I have been there, too. The trenches of pain. Of Angst. Of feeling misunderstood and unwanted. I know what it means to feel lost and afraid. I know how it feels to awake and want nothing more than the day to be finished. I know the voice behind the lies that the world would be better off without me in it; oftentimes, it’s my own, and that’s the scariest part.
if you are in pain, you are not alone.
I know that it feels insurmountable, that things will never change, that the pain is the norm and relief is the anomaly. I know you feel alone and broken beyond repair. I know you want to quit. I know you want to give into it—-the relapse to addiction, the surrender to fantasy, the supposed freedom of reckless abandon. I know that it’s not what you really want, but it’s what you’re willing to do just to feel something different.
I don’t know you, but I know the pain. I carry my own. I wage war against it often, even today—the anxiety that leads to panic that ends in despair and puts one foot over the edge into hopelessness.
And I come through it. I have to on the regular. I not only see the light at the end of the tunnel, I live in it. You can, too.
I don’t know you, but I implore you: endure, persevere, take back your life by demanding your emotions realign with reality. You are loved. You are not alone. And you can feel well again.
Whoever you are and whenever you are reading this, be assured. God is stronger than your present pain, and he is available to bring you through it.
Keep on keepin’ on. I will, too. =)