The loss of sanity

I really wish the Holy Spirit never left me. I’ve endured too much as a mentally ill person. Why is it so difficult for me to make new friends?

I wish I could of achieved some form of sanctity, like a Saint. Alas, I think I am better than everybody else, but such is not the case.

I burn, at least in my calves and heels. I do not burn with passion to do anything. A new age guru said on YouTube to have imagination. What we imagine, we create.

I wish I had stronger legs, so I could stand up to work. I wish my legs would be healed, so I could stand up for a long time in church.

Life teaches me humility.