Terri, Oh, Loving, I'm praying for you. I feel your sorrow that you are feeling, and I'm praying for you. Please send me your phone number, and I will call you today. I love you, and Jesus loves you. God Bless you, Sweetie. Sending you bunches of lovings and squeezings. Loving you, Pat Ferguson At 11:24 AM 11/30/2007, you wrote: >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