And you think that she's half crazy......

Forsaken, not quite human, I sank beneath the sorrow in spite of the medication.  I was a wild creature, empty and without understanding.  I was without spirit or soul.  I thought I had both when I got up that morning, but I had somehow misplaced them.  I got down on my knees to try and find them and when I couldn't, I called out a name I had forgotten.  In my desolation I called out to God.  As I covered my face with my hands and sobbed my despair in the darkness, I felt the awful weight lift from my shoulders.  The prayers I knew as a younger woman came almost unbidden to my lips.  Forgive me, oh, God, my offenses against thee.  I am not worthy to speak thy name, but I make so bold as to beg thy mercy.  I offer up my hands in thy service, my heart in thy worship and my voice in thy praise.  The Lord who keeps me, neither slumbers, nor sleeps, and will not suffer my foot to be bruised.  Amen.