Sunday, February 22, 2009
Joycie thinks she's scaring herself and everyone around her.
She was awake the whole night, unable to fall into deep slumber because thoughts were invading her mind. No it wasn't a good night. All she did was lie there, think and pray. Those precious tears that usually pour out of that tap were no where in sight. It was as though everything was dried up, and she, have dried up like prune. Her thoughts ranged from acceptance to pure denial. As though demons were present. There were points in time when she felt strong and calm and clear-headed, and some where she felt helpless, hopeless and pathetic.
She is in a stoning mood. Words don't come out of her mouth like how they used to. It is never the same again.
She was awake the whole night, unable to fall into deep slumber because thoughts were invading her mind. No it wasn't a good night. All she did was lie there, think and pray. Those precious tears that usually pour out of that tap were no where in sight. It was as though everything was dried up, and she, have dried up like prune. Her thoughts ranged from acceptance to pure denial. As though demons were present. There were points in time when she felt strong and calm and clear-headed, and some where she felt helpless, hopeless and pathetic.
She is in a stoning mood. Words don't come out of her mouth like how they used to. It is never the same again.
