refusal

It's a winter wonderland outside. I'm at my computer, surrounded by packaging comps and Depression timelines... yet I am engrossed by even other thought-patterns. The devil has me right where he wants me. I refuse to overanalyze, and sink into self-dug depths of despair. I can't go back there. I can't face that brick wall again, my scratched tally marks and the graffiti of anger. 

I seek refuge in You, God. I must. I need to place my hope and trust in you.