Here it comes. The same old stuff. The feelings of depression and unworthiness. Why this time? I don't know. But here it is.
And so I pray and try to find stuff that makes me laugh. I hibernate a little too. Hide from the world till it feels safe.
I may have written a book and I may have felt some sense of liberation but still, I have to deal with the same ol stuff again ... from time to time. The self doubt.
I got a card from someone once that said everyone has to hibernate sometime. Guess today is my turn.
I am so thankful for my faith. It makes all the difference.