Anna’s written a heart-achy post over on her blog, At the End of Myself, At the Feet of Jesus. Many understand the sadness of living without hope but few can articulate so beautifully. Anna nails it :
Some days tears come unbidden, time and again, as if they will never end. Other days, she feels numb, dead inside, and no matter what happens, no matter how her abuser tries to hurt her, there are no tears left to be cried
Often sadness threatens to overwhelm her: the loss of the love she’s never known seeps deep inside her and flows out in aching ways.
She hurts daily for her children: for what they haven’t had and for what they have had to endure. Sadness threatens to drown her as their pain mixes with her own and flows into black. If not for God, she couldn’t hold on another second.
I can relate. You can read the entire post here.
Thank you, Anna.