Extended Survival Mode
A vulnerable post, may delete later. Be kind. It feels like how I feel right now-all over the place.
Everything is working out. I will be ok.
Everything is working out. I will be ok.
Everything is working out. I will be ok.
I repeat that affirmation daily because moods swing. They swing and swing until they decide to stop swinging- or until life makes it so you have no time to focus.
The latter is happening, but I still feel the swaying of the moods, going back and forth- mostly at night, when the hustle and bustle has ended and all that remains is silence with periodic movement from the neighbor upstairs.
I’m holding myself accountable for my actions. My decisions moving forward will be better.
I’m holding myself accountable for my actions. My decisions moving forward will be better.
I’m holding myself accountable for my actions. My decisions moving forward will be better.
Summer’s here. A long list of to-do’s, not enough time to do them. Funds diminishing too, and it seems to be a common struggle in so many narratives. Survival mode is extended, but we don’t live forever. So a choice has to be made- live or go through the motions. Again. Praying for endurance.
I’m not alone. He said He will not forsake me. I have everything I need.
I’m not alone. He said He will not forsake me. I have everything I need.
I’m not alone. He said He will not forsake me. I have everything I need.
Faith is all that keeps me, aside from my family and friends, and people I’ve never met but hope to. Dreams plague my mind just as much as anxiety and depression. I hope and I wish. I pray and I plan. I write and I write. Post-it notes and journals pile up, words that pour out without my permission but have nowhere else to go. They just couldn’t remain confined to my mind. And now here I am, letting them come up in public. For a time. Someone else may be feeling this too. Vulnerability take courage, and this may be the push one needs.
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
Father’s day is a day that makes me realize how time is fleeting and so are we. This increases year after year for me.
Regardless of the past, I’m glad to be here now with my dad, in the way that we are now. It took a long time, but we made it. <3
This was a beautiful post. Thank you for this gentle reminder that there is someone else thing through the same thing, and the encouragement to share our writing.