A Vast, Dark, Damp Cloud

From a letter to a dear friend, written this wee hour in the morning:

Alas, I feel like the last year of my life has had this vast, dark, damp cloud bearing over it, barring me from any sight of God's glory, and therefore depriving me of any heartfelt joy.

Consequently, I have turned to other sources of less than remedial light or "glory." Because I know better, I have become the very epitome of Paul in Romans 7: "For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing."

I feel like I sound like a broken record.