The other day as I was contemplating my struggle with choosing the right things to eat, and eating way too much sugar, I started talking to God about it…again. Only this time when I was complaining about myself to Him again, I heard something way down deep inside of me, and I decided to really listen. My conversation kinda went like this…well…. I say kinda, because I can’t promise that I remember everything word-for-word, but I do remember the most important things that were said to me.
So, yes, the fog has lifted and I have been on the upward swing of things finally. I think the doctor scared the crap out of me when she suggested I go on antidepressants if I didn’t snap out of my depressive attitude.
The last thing I want is to need a drug to help me cope with life. Don’t get me wrong. Continue reading