Sleeping Through It

I wish I could just sleep through it. I think that’s what a number of depressed people say or the parent of a small child. I’m sure they say it too. In fact, I know they do. I can remember saying it and tonight I thought it. I said it a bit in seminary. I lived alone in Atlanta and was burdened with stress and a bit of personal turmoil that I brought to Atlanta with me. My self-worth-ometer was never too encouraging. If I woke up in...

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