May 28, 2015
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Impressions
I'm depressed. That's obvious. I've avoided being responsible. I've avoided being deep with people. I've avoided God for the majority of the last few months after I decided not to pursue Shelby. I've often had moments of clarity, and the reoccurring theme is simply that things aren't that bad. I just have to "dust myself off and try again." I just have to believe and do productive things, and life will be back to normal. I won't feel stressed from being behind. Good things will happen when I move on and live the life I'm called to live.
But, like my last post, I guess I believe the lie that I really don't deserve that life or maybe that it's just too hard. I don't have any other logical reason why when success or peace is within my grasp why I don't do everything in my power to strive for it.
