minor prophets sort-of help.

i just realized that christ probably already knows what i struggle with. i feel like no matter where i go or what i do, there is a small cat that follows me around. it is a black cat, much like anne lamott's christ figure, but mine is the personification of loneliness. i am tired of pretending to not be lonely. i have given up the game. also, i realized that it is entirely possible to be happy, fulfilled, busy, peaceful, and hopeful and still be lonely at the same time. i don't understand any of this. but days like today, the cat just sits on my bed and won't stop staring.
i think maybe it has something to do with the fact that i don't feel good.