The "highs" and the "lows" of life.
I must admit lately my happy pill isn't giving me enough reasons to be happy at all. I just can get it all out of my chest, for reasons I really don't know. It's been weeks since my last down moments and until now i couldn't regain my old self from that distressing incidents. It must be because of too must homesickness, I'm into another post separation anxiety from my family and love ones. Most especially when I need them the most at my side, 'coz really, sometimes no matter how they bombard you with encouraging words, it won't really fill the empty space beside you. The real warmth of their embraces, the tight hugs and pat on the shoulders will most definitely fill it all up. That's all I'm really missing so much right now.
How can I be ok?
God do help me make it through in days to come.
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. (Psalm 61:1-4)
I must admit lately my happy pill isn't giving me enough reasons to be happy at all. I just can get it all out of my chest, for reasons I really don't know. It's been weeks since my last down moments and until now i couldn't regain my old self from that distressing incidents. It must be because of too must homesickness, I'm into another post separation anxiety from my family and love ones. Most especially when I need them the most at my side, 'coz really, sometimes no matter how they bombard you with encouraging words, it won't really fill the empty space beside you. The real warmth of their embraces, the tight hugs and pat on the shoulders will most definitely fill it all up. That's all I'm really missing so much right now.
How can I be ok?
God do help me make it through in days to come.
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. (Psalm 61:1-4)
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