these cycles won't slow down.

This is about the tenth time that I've attempted to write this blog entry. I'll start typing, then get so frustrated with what I'm writing that, eventually, I just give up. These past two weeks have been some of the hardest weeks I've had in a long time. If not ever. I'm still trying to adjust to college life (yes, even three months into the semester), and it's been really difficult not really knowing where to turn to look for help. But this Tuesday, I decided, even in my hectic schedule, that I wanted to go to my small group. At the end of the night, we went around the room for prayer requests. When it got to my turn and not realizing just how much I had balled up inside, I suddenly let everything out, confessing that I wasn't relying on God enough with my life. I know I tell myself this all the time, but when you're so caught up in all your stress and anxiety, it's sometimes hard to realize that you don't have to handle it alone. And in all honesty, you can't handle it alone. Eventually, all your suffering will just weigh you down until you're left paralyzed. This is still something I need to work on, but I'm trying my hardest.