This post reminded me of similar journal entries when I was 24. I can relate to that sense of being alone or loneliness, as well as spending time and more time trying to document what was happening to me & what it all meant. Then, more than now, I would reach for one or more music albums that would improve my stark mood. Now I watch a funny movie or go for a walk and sing as I walk the dog. When worse comes to worse, I chant these words silently as I'm falling asleep or as I'm sitting in my closeted life. They have helped me even when I was living with a man & had suffered insults & unfaithfulness on his part, or on mine. The words of comfort, believe it or not are these: "The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom then shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life. Of whom then shall I be afraid." They got me through all kinds of difficulties & still come through for me.
Friday, November 24, 2006
How to Chase the Blues Away
This post reminded me of similar journal entries when I was 24. I can relate to that sense of being alone or loneliness, as well as spending time and more time trying to document what was happening to me & what it all meant. Then, more than now, I would reach for one or more music albums that would improve my stark mood. Now I watch a funny movie or go for a walk and sing as I walk the dog. When worse comes to worse, I chant these words silently as I'm falling asleep or as I'm sitting in my closeted life. They have helped me even when I was living with a man & had suffered insults & unfaithfulness on his part, or on mine. The words of comfort, believe it or not are these: "The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom then shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life. Of whom then shall I be afraid." They got me through all kinds of difficulties & still come through for me.
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A bit of a toughie. Being youngish on my part. Not to whine too much at least, but I think it's a phase and I'll outgrow it. Music is great. I have my therapy music and therapy...whatever, but I feel like Tinkerbell's out to get me.
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