Churned up and tense, my hands shake like I touched an electric fence. My head fobs with ‘what if’s?’ and “if only’s”. My mind a whirl of confusion and melancholy. I can’t see beyond being here, sectioned and imprisoned, my fears entrench this fatality deep inside, I am lost here, forever closed in by wire.
But my God comes through with a gentle word, whispers softly, “you will come through this”. I struggle to believe Him, I am so far in deep. He whispers again; “I know where you are, I conquered that deep, I will bring you out of these deep waters and you will run, wild and free!”.