Drowning in sorrow

Once again, I find myself down a path I swore I would never take again. I wish I can howl with the rage I feel, but I am only capable of broken weeping under my covers. As Roger asked, where is the promise and the power of Easter in my life?
The only thing I am capable now is to wait and this too, shall pass. Equilibrium will be restored, as always.

When you're standing in deep water,
and you're bailing yourself out with a straw.
When you're drowning in deep water,
and you wake up making love to a wall...