One night I slipped between the cool sheets of my winter bed and turned over on my back with my hands laced behind my head staring at the ceiling.
I began to pray (as I always did).
"Heavenly Father Jehovah........." and I stopped.
Something was different.
What was it?
I started again..."Please forgive me for my sins. Help me to do your will......"
I stopped again.
What is going on?
Then, I knew. I really KNEW for the first time in a REAL way....
I was just a guy lying on his back talking to himself!
Nobody there but me!
I may as well have been saying "Blah blah blah...blah blah...blah blah blah blah.."
A weight was lifted! A mighty weight, indeed.
I was just talking to my self.
People who talk to themselves and pretend somebody else is listening are not mentally sound!
I smiled.
"Okay. No more of this nonsense!"
I haven't prayed since then.
I wasted thousands of hours on prayers talking to my invisible friend and where had it gotten me?
If I were a piano I had been de-tuning my head!
Mental illness? Me??
That hurt.
I determined I would get better. I would recover.
Whatever had put me in that state of mind--talking to myself--would have to be rooted out.
That was probably 20 years ago!
Now I only talk to myself when I stub my toe getting up to pee!!
This is my life. I get to decide what is best for myself. The rest is somebody else's ancient fantasy.