At times I feel defeated. I feel trapped in my own corner. I am weary and my own thoughts bring me down. I ponder if things will ever get better. Over the past few days I've been dramatizing over something that honestly has nothing to do with me. I am stuck in the middle of it. I am wedged between a piece of wood and a nail, being hammered over and over again. I can't do anything about it at all. And that's why I feel the way I feel. Hopeless.

Like my mother once said, not all human beings are nice. Some people don't have the same light as you. Some people carry darkness that is utterly uncomprehending. But that I had to fight that darkness with the light God gave me. God knows this light of mine has rapidly dimmed out over the past few days. I just don't want to fight it anymore. But what if my light goes out for good? What if the darkness wins?