Turning myself inside out

On Sunday evening, when I really should have been thinking about going to bed, I pulled Inside Out by Larry Crabb off the shelf, driven by a sense of failure that I can never seem to get some things right, and end up in a pattern of relating that seems to result in nothing but my own ruin. This was a bad idea. I fell asleep quite convinced that I need to go off to counselling. The last night after Simply Christianity I picked up the offending book again. So now I am all messed up trying to un-mess myself.