I feel the need to vent some feelings. I haven’t seen my therapist in months because she’s taken a leave of absence. My mind is overwhelmed and I really want to dig a whole and jump in. The election is a dumpster fire. I have no respect for any of the people I have to choose from to vote. It’s all a game to them, but this is our life. Disaster devastation is ongoing from hurricane Helene at the moment. War overseas is ongoing. People are fighting for the right to live outside the boxes of God’s design. It really is the beginning of end. Yet I wake up feeling dread and struggling to get up. I feel broken in ways that can’t be fixed. I know God hasn’t left me, but the more anxious I become the further away He feels. Psalm121 comes to mind,” I will lift up my eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD which made heaven and earth.”( Psalm 121:1-2) I am off to look to the hills. Hopefully tomorrow I can think differently.