When things are just too hectic and the anxiety levels escalate, I begin to feel worn down and while I keep praying, things keep piling on top of the heap. One tiny element gets resolved and another rift opens and finally I just want to hide under my feather blanket and hope it is better when I surface.
Okay I pick myself up and face another day and another disappointment – but I do not cave in or think the disappointment defines me – this is an improvement over my thinking in the past.
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