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 Bombastic Depression Pressed down, sunk deep, low spirit, gloomy and sad  You are sick, they say.  You are an explosive episode in my life   I know how you live When nothing interests me to do than to cry When anger is more appealing to apply than to joy When addiction is more pleasing than to reason It could be You inflicting demonic afflictions When coffee becomes more filling than food,  I know you are suppressing my appetite for food.  I stand before the open fridge and gaze  I cannot remember why I opened it but I gaze  I guess you stool my memory away.    In the dark of the night while others sleep, I stay awake In the dawn of the morning, I am disoriented and fading I laugh at my emptiness hiding my true feeling  I nag and curse instead of gently speaking blessing  I understand that you are paranoia.  Doctor says it is mood swing, yes bipolar Double personality scares me.  This explains why I want to be alone  While my friends want us to hang out t

Explore - Google Today is Sunday, I woke up at 3:00 a.m. the debate for or not attending the church service consumed me. Would it not be better to stay at home and worship God? This debate is causing a strain in my relationship with God and I do not feel well about it at all.   Lately, I wake up every Sunday morning wishing not to go to service then like a drudge I would get ready and proceed to the church. This has been going on for the past six months. My spirit is no longer at peace with the church my husband and I attend. Left with me alone I would stop going to this church for a long time. The truth is that God already revealed the true face of this church to me but I made a conscious decision to pray through it instead of deserting the church. I took it as part of my calling to pray for the church to be receptive of the power of love. Secondly, I have a husband who believes in, just go there and worship God period. I am not that kind of a believer. I want to get involved but