He Heals the Broken Hearted

      When is it okay, to say you're not really doing okay when someone ask you how you are?  For me the truth is, even though I hate to admit it:  I haven't been for awhile.  I've been put through many trials from the very beginning of this school year.  Some of the people who were closest to me are now so distant.  People that I used to see everyday I only see once in awhile.  I don't have a friend that's consistently there always anymore.  People no longer have time for anything, and I have too much of it.  Time spent overthinking, wishing for more, sitting in fear or sadness.  Everyone I tell just saying sorry you have to go through that.  A place I called home no longer feels that way, it doesn't even feel safe.  I try to keep it quiet, let the positivity flow through me once again.  That's what people want from me isn't it.  The unbroken piece of me, the part that has everything under control.  This isn't me now though.  I have a pile of thought crashing in on me.  I don't mean to make anyone feel depressed or sad for me.  This is the blunt truth of what I'm dealing with.  It sucks, and it isn't easy and I wish it was done. The truth is I feel lost and confused.  But through God we are made perfect through suffering, and his timing is perfect.  Everyone's dealing with something, and God wants us to know hes got us.