Drugs of Choice

I haven't written in awhile. It seems like every time I sit down to write, the time period between posts gets larger. And it's not at all that I don't have the time to write, I do, but it's probably more along the lines of me being lazy, or letting the "I don't have anything to write about" excuse keep me from doing it. But I've been wrestling with some thoughts lately that don't really belong in my mind. They really don't need to be there, but time and time again they come back. They always come back. If I dodge them once, it's like that movie Final Destination, they come back with a vengeance. I think part of it stems from loneliness. Yes...I deal with loneliness mixed with some depression. They are my drugs of choice. Believe me, I wish things were different. I wish I could just turn a happy button on and all things melancholy would disappear, but it doesn't quite work that way. I was reading a blog this morning, and she wrote about Galatians 6:2-3 which talks about bearing one another's burdens. How awesome would that be? Instead of criticizing or judging someone's spiritual life when they deal with messes, lift them up and be there to understand. Part of the reason I don't think anyone shares anymore is complete and utter judgement. People don't want to be judged, they want to be loved. So let's pick each other up and dust each other's shoulders off and bear it.