I must go through the motions, I must show a face of courage in the darkness. I still sin. Is it I who has to break free? Or will will the Lord break me from the chains in good time? Somewhere I believe I am just a normal person, neither Antichrist nor prophet. It is hard to let go; I would that I could be a prophet, after all. With the medication, I grow saner, I begin to find my way back to ordinary. Let me not die soon, Lord. I must make amends.
Here is lament. Here is despair: I am an idiot genius who made little of his life. There will be happiness and sadness, and I will live through the time given me from above. I must pray:
Let me not spend my days merely dreaming. Let me fulfill some of the potential in me which has been there and unused. Let me live life as if this day is the last, that the Lord returns every dawn. Give me hope that I will make it. Amen.
I never saw what I saw. I never was what I was. It was just a dream, and I must awake.
3:39pm tuesday, 25th september
janel
4:43am friday, 5th october
hi i like to call myself str glitter girl, i am currently reading a book titled "i know this much is true" by wally lamb. It is a compelling story about identical twin brothers, one of which is diagnosed with schitozphrenia. Although I don't know what your daily battles consist of I send to you parachutes that fly on kisses..bye bye
Maria
5:04am thursday, 1st november
There is no 'I'.......
Charlene
4:56am tuesday, 4th february
I wish you all the luck in your pursuit of happiness. Hold onto your belief in God and His love for each and everyone of us. You are special to Him. Contemplate his depth of love. Nothing is as freeing to the spirit as that knowledge.
janel