The Place Before Graceland
I’m tired. That’s what I told my friend after one of those “help me” Facebook statuses that begged for a sympathetic ear. I was hit with so many disappointments in the span of a week, that I relapsed into the cave of depression. I stayed in my room for five days. I plunged into the world of books and tried to live in an alternate reality where people empathized and cared. That’s all I ever wanted. After internship, freelance, and job opportunities escaped my grasp, I felt like I had nothing left. Of course I have God, and a fully funded year of grad school ahead of me, but it’s the land in between that made me want to give up.
After experiencing another crushing blow, I’m slowly crawling back to emotional health. I’m not fully back yet. But I’m getting to Graceland. I’m learning to be patient with myself and to use silence and seclusion to commune with God. If no one recognizes or cares about my emotional state, I will. Self-care is a responsibility that is solely my own.
How I Feel Right Now:
What I’m Reading:
Musical Inspiration:
Scripture I’m Meditating On:
“Why my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.” Psalm 43:5 NIV
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