I say that I’m bad Christian because when times get tough we’re supposed to turn to Christ for strength, we’re supposed to let him carry our burdens. But I don’t. I brood. I get anxious. I get angry. I get frustrated. I get depressed.
Tonight I scratched- found that a safety pin does the job way better than keys. I did both sides of both arms and on the inside of my right arm I scratched Just Like Him.
I feel like all these feelings are going to make me just like my dad. I won’t let it happen. I won’t.
I know I need to pray. I know I need Jesus, but I feel like I’m Peter sinking in the waves because my eyes are off Jesus. I need prayers. I need to focus on Him and not on the crap around me.