Stress
I hate stress.I hate being stressed.There are not enough hours in the day to get everything done that needs to get done.And then I feel guilty for not doing work,when really I needed to take the time for myself to avoid an even worse situation.The stress set in yesterday morning and has flowed through my veins like blood.Stress brings grumpiness.All I want to do is put my comfy clothes on and lock myself in my room with soothing music and my books.
I need a break.I need to get out of Wilmore for a while.I'm going stir-crazy and Wilmore seems to get smaller everyday.I just keep telling myself that I need to abandon this stress to the Lord.God is faithful and he has and will deliver me from this stress.Somehow I will make it through these next 2 weeks in one piece.
I feel like I've missed out on something, like part of my life just didn't happen and I missed the boat.I'm at an age where it can be hard to accept my own lot in life and be happy for others' joy.Is it possible to ever be completely content with our lives? I know we're supposed to be, but does that ever happen? Are people who say they're completely happy with their lives being truly honest with themselves? Maybe this is my stress talking...
I need a break.I need to get out of Wilmore for a while.I'm going stir-crazy and Wilmore seems to get smaller everyday.I just keep telling myself that I need to abandon this stress to the Lord.God is faithful and he has and will deliver me from this stress.Somehow I will make it through these next 2 weeks in one piece.
I feel like I've missed out on something, like part of my life just didn't happen and I missed the boat.I'm at an age where it can be hard to accept my own lot in life and be happy for others' joy.Is it possible to ever be completely content with our lives? I know we're supposed to be, but does that ever happen? Are people who say they're completely happy with their lives being truly honest with themselves? Maybe this is my stress talking...