It’s been very long time since I felt this way, but I woke up feeling hostile. I felt frustrated, angry, hurt, deceived, used, discouraged, useless, and unsuccessful. This is not a pity party, but an attempt to be transparent. It’s been far too long that I have swallowed my emotions and moved on. People, I hurt, I bleed, and I cry? Yes, today, I had tears. I couldn’t believe that I still owned a pair of working tear ducts. As I contemplated where I’m at in life, I was not feeling it. Why do I keep telling myself it’s going to get better? Maybe this is “the better.” Or maybe this is “the game.” Life is very complicated, yet does it need to be? Does our Lord really want us to feel this discouragement in life all the time? Is this what life is all about; hurt? Is this the cross I must bear? Please keep me in your prayers….