Well, attempting to put a positive spin on something...I did at least make it through seven weeks of being down emotionally before it affected my ability to eat.
This week has been one of the worst in a very, very long time (December 2004 keeps coming to mind) and yet...at least I made it all the way to Friday before my misery got so intense it destroyed my appetite.
I wish I could work through the weekend. The job is my one comfort at present. My coworkers notice I exist; they don't shun me like most of my supposed online friends. But no, today is a Friday, and I'm going to have to steel myself to try to get two meals a day down my throat going forward.
At least I made it seven weeks. And at least little Adya is doing well. Her excitement when I get home from work is a tiny bit of sweet comfort.
On March 10th, 2007 06:44 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Psa 23:4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Psa 119:50 This is my comfort in my affliction, that your promise gives me life.
Psa 119:76 Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant.
II Cor 1:3-4 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.