I can't.
But you can.

I can't, Lord.
But you can.

I can't. You can.
Lord, have mercy on me.

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I think I have been struggling with depression this summer. And sometimes, I'm ok. But other times, I wake up with a weight on my chest and it's hard to do little things. I think I've been trying to evade the fact that my baseline is a constant low and I try to fill my time with noise. It's in this space that I come to the realization that it's not necessarily God's gifts or blessing or favor or even fulfilled promises that I desire. I need the cross. I need Him.