Fold My Hands and Pray For Rain

[withinthelines]

I want to feel optimistic about the future, but it’s hard these days. New battles are always waiting just over the horizon. I watch them as they approach. I face them down, one by one. I struggle-not gracefully, by any standard, but I always make it through. I’m a survivor, if nothing else. I can do enough to get by

Comments

[piedpiper]

tell me about something reliable, preferably happy. plain, basic--something that buoys you no matter what. start there.

[withinthelines]

You're always going to catch the very worst of me here; this journal has become my de facto source of ventilation. Thus, reading it will almost certainly give the impression of my being worse off than I truly am.

Also, I've come to the conclusion that the only strong voice I have is one of malaise. I sit down and write, and it just comes out this way. Probably out of habit. I’m planning to work on that-to push myself to explore more territory. But for the time being, I’ve got things to deal with, and this is one of the ways I know how; to take the ugliness and turn it into something beautiful.

I’m in rough patch, and I think I know why. Med changes recently, on top of some stress. I’m doing what I can to fix it. I appreciate your concern, though.