So. I’ve mentioned that I have a piece in a book called Not Alone: Stories of Living with Depression. Yeah, it surprises me, too. Thing is, if you met me, you’d probably think “he seems like a pretty happy guy.”
The truth is: I get by.
When we married nearly twenty-one years ago, little did we know…
The twists and turns that life would take to bring us to this place: the loss of a job just three months into our marriage, working two, and three, jobs to get by.
Let me cut to the chase: I don’t know my worth. Am unsure of it, constantly questioning, probing, trying to find my place.
Don’t misunderstand: I know what the Bible says, that Christ loved me enough–loved us all enough–to die. But I sometimes feel lost.
Like this week. Life is harder than it’s been in a long time.