In 1989, a movie came out called The Abyss. The story was some people were stranded under the sea and the only way to be rescued was for one of them to go down deep under water into an abyss. It was pretty good until near the end when aliens came and it got ‘cheesy.’
I’ve been at the abyss.
When my husband would ask what was wrong, it was the only way I could describe it. I felt like I was standing at the edge of a deep chasm where I felt like one little breeze would put me over the edge into the darkness.
We sometimes feel as we always have to have it all together. No one can see our weaknesses. We have to put on our ‘I’m okay’ faces. But we are all liars.
Truth is, we all need help. Professional or just a friend. Medication or time and prayer. Whereever you are, don’t be afraid to ask for help.
I did.
It’s been years now. If I look really closely, I sometimes still see that abyss way off in the distance. I try not to look that way. I don’t want to ever go back to the edge.
