I feel pathetic when
- there's unspoken tension - worse than spoken ones
- my thoughts run in my head round and round and up and down and it torments me because no one can listen now
- my husband is away (again and again and again)
- I get only just about 3 hours a day with my daughter today and tomorrow because of work
Other than drowning my sorrows in bed while my daughter sleeps soundly (I will join her too), I will look up and whisper a prayer...many prayers.
Psalm 18
1 I will love You, O LORD, my strength.
2 The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer;
My God, my strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.


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