I calculated wrong. Thought I’d have at least a day-and-a-half to bask in the glow of the last 11 days. At about 2 p.m. today, I crashed. I cried. I got my feelings hurt. I imagined things–that certain people don’t like me, old friends resent me, I’m spread too thin and pretty much worthless. That sort of thing.
The funk is so bad there’s a physical knot in my heart.
The fam is watching a movie, and I’m going to go upstairs and read my Bible and talk to God. I want to run away and hide; this is the next best thing.
Hopefully by tomorrow’s post, I’ll have beaten the devil back where he belongs.
Love you guys!