During the past few months, and years of that matter, I have spent a lot of time in various coffee shops. Coffee shops are good for a lot of different things. They are good for charging laptops. They are good public places to stay safe in. Some coffee shops are open in the early morning, some are open late at night, some don’t close at all. This was some writing I did at a Starbucks in March. I was very frustrated because I had set up an ideal surrounding for myself to write, but then I couldn’t find anything to say. I ended up writing like this for a while…”free writing” of sorts…and then went home very frazzled. In reality I was still getting some medications sorted out.
Anyway…take a peek tonight into the (sometimes frustrating) mind of Heather. Go ahead, and then tell me what you think!
Tonight is a night of pondering.
Jars of Clay.
I wish I had the ability to take what is in my head and get it in words on this screen. There is so much I am longing to say, I just can’t seem to interpret it into words. I feel isolated. Trapped within my own mind, raging to get out. Where is God when I need him? In the words of Psalm 42, why are you cast down, oh my soul?
Their talking about you. Nobody like you. What a joke.
Where’s my camp? Where is my safe haven? Nowhere. It doesn’t exist.
God, be good to me. I’m trusting you will unmuddle my head soon.
I can’t feel you. You’re a cement wall in the sky. Frustration. Anger. Every emotion at once. Why is the writing thing sooooo hard? Why can’t I interpret what’s in my head?
“Darkness is my closest friend.”
My story is one of uncertainty.
Nicotine and Caffeine.
I’m losing it…
Jesus I’m crying out to you. Cover me. Help me function. I can’t do this on my own. Send me an angel of hope.