Have you ever wanted to cry so bad the tears wouldn’t come out? Or prayed that this life was all just a dream? Each day when I think it can’t get any worse, something comes along and pushes me just a little closer to the edge. I want someone or something to blame, but all I have is myself.

I’m trying to stay positive. My hopes are hyped up on optimistic opinions and then the inevitable happens and I’m right back to where I was yesterday and the day before that, in a miry pit of hopelessness. What a crude joke this is! Lord, I seriously need a break! To the devil and his constituents, give it a rest! I search scripture for a glimmer of light, but I time out in darkness. I feel like I can’t break what has me bound; I can’t escape the cycle of waking up to a meaningless existence. My soul hides from the days and longs for the nights. Freedom feels like just a tear away, but my hardened heart won’t even wimper.