Mental health day
It’s Thursday and I’m taking the day off from work, primarily for mental health reasons. I’m feeling like I’m at the end of the end of the end of my rope. Patience is nonexistent when I’m at work, and frustration is a constant state. I can’t keep going like this.
I don’t think it’s just work— it’s my life. My apartment is a wreck of boxes and stuff, I’m continually engaging in sin, manipulation, and lies. I spend time with television and internet, and very, very rarely with God. So I feel dead inside precisely because I’ve let myself become so. Some clean-up is in order. If it doesn’t happen, I fear my batteries will never recharge.
I’m at Victrola Coffee, a new place on 15th. Very cool, and a great alternative to the Starbuck's. A new haunt for me, perhaps. My mood is taking a good turn, and I should probably go take advantage of that.
I don’t think it’s just work— it’s my life. My apartment is a wreck of boxes and stuff, I’m continually engaging in sin, manipulation, and lies. I spend time with television and internet, and very, very rarely with God. So I feel dead inside precisely because I’ve let myself become so. Some clean-up is in order. If it doesn’t happen, I fear my batteries will never recharge.
I’m at Victrola Coffee, a new place on 15th. Very cool, and a great alternative to the Starbuck's. A new haunt for me, perhaps. My mood is taking a good turn, and I should probably go take advantage of that.
Frop whence it all began...