We all experience negative emotion. How we allow them to take root matters. How we acknowledge them and move forward is critical.
My faith was at a lowly place where I decided to not identify as a "Christian," I suffered with doubts and fears, and I want to share it with others. Christianity does not equal perfection.
My nights are always lonely, as I feel the need to fill the void, but no one is there to hold me. My mind race in sorts, troubled by regrets; procrastination; and now formulating my inadequacies to resemble torts.
Have you ever had a question that imprisoned your mind to the point you felt jailed within yourself? Your mind over burdened by the question, restricting your freedom to respond? Here is a very short poem of when I experienced this same situation. This poem is using the Limerick method.