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Break down here


Dear lord,

I have a few months tell I am twenty years old, give me the strength to pull above my fears to face my feared self and identify my ideal self.

If I can find the courage to hold a positive global self image,

LORD,

well, then I can make those dreams I've had come true.

I have a mid-term coming up Lord, and as you already know I have to pass these classes this year.

Sorry Lord, But you know that those ADVANCED classes in Lakewood High School that I took were, "how do I say it?"
Well, that's where I sharpened all my 'bull-sh*it" skills. Pardon my language Lord.

Anyway, lord, My point is, Highschool completely stripped me of any self esteem and every time I come up with an Exam that means the world to me, I feel scared and I can barely even lift the book to study.

Failure, I keep hearing that in my head,
my own words Lord, the ones in Highschool, that beat down on me because of that tenth grade Ap Biology class.

Lord, I have overcome the depression, for the majority of the time, but the fear of failure. That endless fear.
All through highschool Lord, if I had only stepped back and had taken a good look at all my accomplishments.

I read a 500 hundred page book at the age of 12.

And hundreds of books from then on.

How many people can say that>?

Now, Lord, forgive me *I say that a lot* Understand I'm still pretty knew at this., forgive me for being so boastful but Lord I think you understand.

Sometimes I sit outside on the porch swing, or just the porch and stare at the sky and I have such a feeling of longing that it take s my breath away.

Lord what does all this mean?

Give me luck for my Exam tommorow lord!
And watch over
Alison...

Protect her from her own criticisim. And guide her onto the right path. Lord, Also, I pray that you carry her, like in that footprints she loves so much, carry her so that she might get through the pain in her life.

Thank you lord.

I know that this is strange to write out a prayor to the Lord in this diary. But if you take a look at some of previous entries you'll understand.

I have had such difficulty,
in and out of the hospital,
depression,
medication,
death,
pets dying,
parents crying,
overcoming my concept of the perfect 'body image' -society ideal
learning to live
Medication Failure
Pain
scared of someone seeing the 'real self'

and many more... Entries are focused on the 8 domains of the self image. See your psychology adolescent book for that one.

Anyway,
I felt it was appropriate to write a prayor to show .. At least I hope it shows that I am stronger now and wiser.
And that I thank my faith for that and my belief in my self.

* OH, and I hope that it doesn't focus too much on the bitterness I have towards my highschool years. The Lord knows how hard it is for me to even drive by the school. SOmetimes it's hard to face the pain of past. But I am slowly.

Just the other night I visited some other websites. Hell, I even visited my own website. And that is achievment to my mental status. I am slowly facing the person i use to be. And facing the fact that I am still that person I just buried her inside.

So I have faith that I can. Anyway...

Here's another prayor.

GOD!

HELP ME, I do this every day and I am scared. What if I can't do it?
Give me strength to face today lord.
So, that

I can get up every morning, with a reason a purpose, that I am here in this world to make a difference.

And on Oct. 31 st I will go out there with the Red Cross ...
ON CALL and I will make a difference .

I will be strong and I will be a Disastor Action Team Rider Eventually...

And I will be this volunteer who helps.

I am that volunteer now. And, LORD, for that I am proud, I am proud of myself.

LORD! This is Candice, I'm face that girl who overdosed, I face that girl in the hospital mirror. MY face. Every day, and every day as
I put that cigarette back in that pack and say I have quit.
I am not a smoker.
Three weeks.
Four weeks.
A month.

I am the one who faces that girl and the mirror. And LORD,
I pray that with your loving arms I can continue to stay this woman who looks in the mirror.

Let me have the strength to be me.


Lord thank you...
Amen Lord.


*I'm sorry if these 2 prayors seem to be self-involved. But this is a diary, my diary in fact, and well I 'm not writing for your personal entertainment. I'm writing so that I can go on the internet in a few years and read this diary.

And if on the occasion someone does read this, well, I hope it gives you some idea of the human mind. It is fascinating. I am in college right now and I plan to study psychology... Experimental study, and hopeful get my md.
But that is if I can keep the courage, to say 'fuck you' to the depression. I am stronger and I can face the day with my faith.

love Candice.
Below is a song that has been very inspirational to me.


JULIE ROBERTS LYRICS

Break Down Here


Mile marker 203
The gas gauge leanin on the edge of E
I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin down
Somethin smokin underneath the hood
It's a-bangin and a-clangin and it can't be good
It's another 50 miles to the nearest town
Everything I own is in the back in a Hefty bag
I'm outta cigarettes and I'm down to my last rag

[Chorus:]
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin
God help me keep me movin somehow
Don't let me start wishin I was with now
I've made it this far without cryin a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down here

Under fifty-thousand miles ago
Before the bad blood and busted radio
You said I was all you'd ever need
Love is blind and little did I know
That you were just another dead-end road
They were pretty lies and broken dreams
Baby leavin you is easier than bein gone
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

It's to late to turn around
I'd sure hate to break down here

Mile marker 215

3:35 p.m. - 2004-10-26

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