PSALM 23 REWRITTEN
Depression is my shepherd.
I deserve nothing.
I have no right to lie down;
even the weather conspires to make my life miserable.
My soul is beaten down.
I have no one to follow and lack the energy to
make my own way.
My mind is filled with dark thoughts.
I fear constantly.
I am alone with no one to comfort me.
Every place I go, my enemies are there.
I can feel their eyes on me.
Their laughter is surely directed at me.
Surely apathy and unworthiness will keep me alone in my room forever.