The confusion, the despair, the struggle, the unrest.
Thoughts in your head that wrestle and tear up your insides with their violence, beating bloody fist into your brain walls, thumping out a tattoo that echos hauntingly through your soul, graffitiing your thoughts with green spray-paint jealousy.
And then there's the guilt that spreads like a sickness through your head, overwhelming everything with darkness, swallowing up the light with one large and unsatisfied gulp. Because you shouldn't be like this. Jesus is enough.
If that's true.
Because right now, honestly, it doesn't feel like it.
You're in a valley. And the valley is so lonely alone.
"God is with me," the Ordinary Princess wants to believe. She weeps, curling up like a lost child, wrapping herself in her own courage.
"Jesus is sufficient," she offers the world in a shaky voice, built half on crumbling hope and past joy and forgotten love and decrepit doubt. The other half doesn't exist anymore. It's been shattered into pieces by uncertainties that pound it daily to dust.
She's so tired. So very tired of it all.
"Now I lay me down to rest," she whispers through parched lips, dry with longing for a more fulfilling world.
The darkness swoops in and swiftly consumes.
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