I HATE that I’m not strong enough. I hate that I get dragged down by things I know I shouldn’t let get to me. I hate that I get more introverted under stress. I hate that I get so exhausted every time the smallest bit of stress comes. I hate that after all these years of ‘growing’ it only takes one moment to drag me back to where I was.
Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me,
for in you my soul takes refuge.
I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings
until the disaster has passed.