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Despondency Is Something Terrible But It's Mine



Despondency is something terrible but it's mine to deal with everyday.
I have a warm feeling; in my heart for a man of whom I feel close and he refuses me to be closer to him.
Not as a lover or anything like it but as a friend of which I thought we were and now I am not certain it is remaining the same.
There is a period of despondency that occurs every time I get around this person.
I look to him for approval of how I feel and find it not.
I have put my heart on my sleeve and it is something wrong with my doing this.
Jesus is the only One Who can help me get over this feeling I do feel everyday with him and to get on with my life.
I am trying to work things out to not feel so badly.
It matters to be liked by everyone I meet and I believe it is not to be with this man.
I hate it and it is making me miserable.
There is help from my psychologist and I do believe her.
I will have to see what she says the next time we meet.
For in speaking about things I am being helped and that is the important thing.
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