So, tonight I thought I would start to write a journal to:
- Rant.
- Help me sleep.
- To record the bad days.
- To record the good days.
- Rant some more.
I’m honestly at a weird point in my life where I’m not sure if I’m coming or going. And if I’m going where do I go?
I have finally plucked the courage to push through my insecurities and through the depression. I’m trying to take control of my life more but it’s a constant struggle and I know I’m still holding back.
Sometimes I think about just packing up a rucksack ( and a little bag for Little Cat ) and just leaving this town for good. Start a fresh new life and be who ever I want to be with nothing holding me back. I’m young but it feels I had to grow up quick. Too much responsibility, too soon. I think I just need to start thinking for myself more.
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Happiness of the day
One good thing did happen today, the sun came out. I sat outside out lunch, feeling the sun on my back, chatting to some work colleges. It felt nice. Like all the stress just disappeared.
I want more sunny days.
Thanks for the reply Teapoet59. I appreciate your comment and I am trying to have a better out look on things 🙂 trying to find the happiness in each day. Also welcome to the good night journal!