You know when you want to say things to get them off your chest but you can’t? You know the feeling when you are extremely excited by something and you wish the world away to have it but you cannot? You know the feeling that you are trapped but you need to stay that way? You know that feeling that no matter how loud you scream no one will hear you?
What is particularly disheartening is when I look at myself 10, 15, and then the most difficult, 20 years ago and I fall apart because of how things have changed. Do I want to be here? What am I doing? What matters? Some folks turn to Jesus. Some turn to drugs. Something harbors their satisfaction in some way it seems.