When your mind is filled with dark thoughts, when you feel stuck in a desolate place. This is not reality even though it feels as if there is nothing else. It is so easy to overthink things, or to let your thoughts run away with themselves, scattering in all directions. So many unruly, ungovernable children. You tell them sternly to behave, but they only laugh darkly and continue to skip about, or plod ponderously and inevitably along a well-worn path.
“I know the thoughts I have toward you, thoughts for good and not for evil.”
Why can I not make this make a difference?