Life is hard.

This week it's been hard to get out of bed in the mornings and even harder to stay away from it the rest of the day.  I'm making it, though.  I pray that each day will be a little better than the last.  I'm getting better at being honest with myself and honest with those around me.  I've started telling people how I really feel rather than what I think they want to hear.  It's been good--sort of liberating, in a sense.  I'm allowing other people to help me carry my burden.  I thought I was protecting people by not letting them know how bad things were; I was saving them some worry.  I now know that was silly of me.  In my attempt to shelter those I loved, I was really shutting them out.  The Lord created us to live in community; He created us to need other people.  It's taken me a long time to learn that, but I am learning.  And I'm thankful for all of the people who are helping me carry my burden.  You are truly a blessing.