I can't shake this depression. I feel swallowed up, in a dark, dank, depressing place. And I can't find a way out. I am feeling overwhelmingly sorry for myself, and that just makes me mad at me. Such a wuss; such a cry baby; such a lazy bitch I am. If people really knew me they would hate me.
So I have retreated into myself even more. I rarely go out. I really don't care about much of anything. I am pathetic.
Creator God, I can't get out of the belly of the whale. You are the onlt one who can set me free. And yet you don't. How can I serve you, spread Your Message or share Your love to others when I am stuck in this belly? I have asked, begged and pleaded to be set free, and yet here I am in the belly.
I know that apart from You I cannot breathe. I know that apart from You I cannot live. And yet it feels as if I am not really living right now.
Set me free, I pray. Help me to emerge from this belly, with joy, and life and love and energy and determination.
In Jesus' Holy Name I pray. AMEN!
