Just bed all day long. Wretched. I don’t know whether its depression, attention seeking, self pity, illness and if so – which illness.
BED BED AND MORE BED. Weakness and wretchedness.
I want so much to be well. Well in my attitudes and the way I am treating people. I don’t want to be as negative as I am and so critical and afraid and mean spirited to other people.
Oh Lord. I want to write cheerful and creative posts and motivate people – but things are not like that. I am sore. Afraid. Tired. Useless.
I have a Harpie’s Voice nagging at me and I am far LESS of a person than I wish to be.
“Walk Softly and Carry a Big Book” – Book
What a different world this would be if people would magnify their blessings the way they do their troubles.