Boggled Down

Boggled down and dragging behind, maybe I'm carrying around to much weight. I would never ask but I am really in need of a helping hand, vulnerable and helpless, two emotions I really hate. My brain is always running in overdrive, it's hard for me to keep things straight. I can't concentrate and I lack the ability to stay focused, I have a lot stacked up on my plate. The pile just keeps getting bigger, a little more and more each day. As each day passes it's all getting harder to hide, I might as well place all of my business out on display. Each morning when I wake up and every night before bed, I ask the Lord above to grant me one prayer request. Take away this mental madness, I don't want it anymore, so I finally can put my mind to rest. I don't understand why me, why did I get saddled with this horrible disease. After talking with the Lord it was because I was strong enough, to be able to handle whatever it turned out to be.