A random recollection of my extreme Melancholy past.
High school age: I was lying in bed and I could feel my confusion as if it were tangible. My eyes were looking inward and I was staring at the mangled mess of emotions and thoughts. Self-rejection ruled and self-loathing was close behind. The pain I felt was so intense as hopelessness prevailed and all I could do to survive was know that I belonged to Jesus and just trust Him.
It didn't look as smooth and clear at the time as it does now in this paragraph.
I Corinthians 14:33a For God is not the author of confusion ...