Now having made it through the move mostly unharmed. On the outside I'm doing better. I am retreating far less often. the edge I have not left. The sand is still slipping out from under me with the grey mist splashing at my face. I want to turn walking away, but my feet are stuck, my mind frozen. The fall is coming and I'm helpless in preventing the next episode of depression. All I can do is watch.
If not for my friendship with Jesus I would say all is hopeless. It will overtake me and it will win. However I am confident that there is a hope and that someday I will win this war, even if I lose this battle of here and now.
Your words were found and I ate them, and Your words became for me a joy and the delight of my heart; for I have been called by Your name, O LORD God of hosts.
~ Jeremiah 15:16
1693. Unexpected dinner from a friend.
1694. Brothers helping each other.
1695. Sun light.
1696. Sugar cookies
1697. Bi-polar disorder, apart of my life.