I am asking all of you here at five doves to help me climb out of this pit of dispair I have fallen into-again!
  I have been a reader/occasional writer  to this group for years...and I should probably know better, but it still happened....the post-rosh hashanah depression dance!  Each year, events seem absolutely certain... CERTAIN!  to point to the rapture on Pentacost...rosh hashanah...first-fruits...an unknown day...but we are all still sitting here, afew days after, wondering where the calculations went wrong.
  Then we all plaster the smile on, say "well, we're closer now than we have ever been!  Tra-la-la!" and try to pretend it's all still hunkey-dorey, while we wake up to another day in this black pit of a world.  All I want is my Savior..and when it comes close, I say to myself: "don't count on it. You know what happens".  Don't any of you just want to keep the pillow over your head and cry?  It was like when I was about to give birth: I became convinced (2 1/2 weeks late) that I would be the only person in history to be permenantly pregnant!
  What happens if we have mis-read things, and it will be another 100 or 1,000 years?  I hate what the world has become...that would be too brutal to take!  Am I the only one cryin' in my krispies?  Or are you all just better story tellers than I am?  What happens if we really are like that group that siad "88 reasons He will come in 88...89..??"
  Please help me to understand how to keep hope up when nothing ever changes.  TD