JOY

I don't feel like I've felt that for the last little while. I have been stuck in this dark place of oppression, like I have been blanketed by a thick black fog. I wasn't depressed (I know what that feels like) it was just this longing for something and hating life because everywhere I went or turned didn't offer me what I was seeking (which in all reality I didn't know I was seeking). I went to the temple last week, and after about 20 minutes inside I had an mighty change come over me. Suddenly I could think and feel and what I thought and felt was JOY. It has been so long since I felt like that. I have been so bogged down and angry and I just wanted to be by myself so I wouldn't feel bad about anyone. I didn't want to feel hateful or mean, but that's what I was going through. For me the temple is a safe haven, a refuge, a place of strength, it became my light in an otherwise really dark place. I am happy again and I am in love with my family again and I am a nice mommy again.