I feel awful. My life is in ruins. I suffer from crippling depression, it is usually a miracle if I can get out of bed. I just can’t describe it. I’m in bad health and it’s not going to get better. It’s almost humorous that I am still alive, because I wasn’t supposed to live this long. I hurt, I am in pain. Life is hell, but for one thing. I am saved by the blood of Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ was crucified, and He rose from the dead. Sure, He did it for all, but what makes it most special is, He did it for *me*. He saved *me* with His blood. He chose to reveal His existence to *me*, and He promised that one day He will come get *me* and there will be no more tears, pain, loneliness, sin, ever, forever. He is altogether lovely. He is my King and my Savior, but He is also my only friend and best buddy. Plus, today, I don’t know about anyone else, but it’s rainy and dreary here. I have nothing I must do. I LOVE the rain so much. It’s like a little love note to me.