I really don’t know sometimes why I bother on this journey. The further I move on the harder it is to get any solace from the progress I’ve made. It seems that all I’m doing at the moment is moving backwards.
I seem to be caught in a constant rut. No movement either way. It’s like I’m running on a treadmill. Like I’m on the road to nowhere.
I don’t even want to heal any more. I feel that my life is going nowhere at the moment. I see others make progress.
I really don’t know why I carry on. I feel tired all the time and jumpy. My family care but at the moment I don’t.
I just wish I could put the genie back in its lamp. Is there any hope. If I hadn’t started this journey I’d be oblivious to the whole issue. Why did I start this four years ago and why can’t God just heal me.