Terror

An incomplete journal entry from last year was having a meltdown before church.

My condition is so loathsome I could dig my own grave and not bury myself. Calling upon The Carpenter for grace and help there is no comfort to be found. Mere moments ago I was rejoicing and full of great joy.

Now I’m sated with every sorrow imaginable it seems like. God The Torment what did you actually experience on The Cross? I’m torn between taking the adderal or the hydroxedzne  yeah