I feel shipwrecked in many ways.  I am hanging on to the Robe of 
Jesus; crying out, "Savior, I need you."   In many ways I wonder if I will 
be able to ever get past this devastating illness of my soul?  I cry out 
because I am so dry and depleted of the simple basic needs at times to 
just make it.  Then it seems when I am given something it is soaked up 
so fast cause the need is so great.  I would so hope to be more 
independent and able to support my own needs.  Sometimes death 
seems a welcomed friend just because I feel like I have attempted 
everything to overcome. I feel trapped into a survival existence that 
leaves me forever frustrated with my condition.  I so understand the 
one that commits suicide or hurts themselves.  Not the best solution by 
far.  But I do understand the temptation to entertain it even for a 
second. Was looking through my address book for just anyone to have 
coffee with yesterday.  Whew....friends are bountiful in my life, but very 
sparse at the same time. 
Tee