It's the Climb

I am very, very anxious, very, very scared, very, very confused, and very, very a lot of things right now. Do. Not. Like. And I think I need somebody to hold my hand and help me through this and tell me exactly what to do and how to do it and not find fault with me and just be patient. Because I feel like, while I am pulling out of the depression, Kyle is trying to push me back in. Not fun. And no offense to my multiple long-distance friends, but I need a closer friend for this task.

Fortunately enough, I ran into Pastor Schmeiding's wife today at the library (who happens to be an old volleyball coach of mine), and she's gonna talk to him,and, of course, get a whole new church praying for the situation too. So, maybe, if a thousand more voices are praying for me, the answer will be revealed. We will see.

The Luck of the Irish

For the last two months, ok, let's be honest, the last three months, I haven't been taking care of myself. I have been walking, yes, but as far as everything else is concerned, not so much. Now, we don't need to go into details, but it's been bad. Like, homeless person bad. But yesterday, I finished reading a book, and it hit me, it's time to. So, today's officially the first day of being good to myself. And getting back to maintaining this thing. I will be writing, albeit from my phone, at least once a week. Even if it's just a sentence, my thoughts will be put here. That's my new commitment to you and myself. And maybe by my birhday this year things will turn around. I guess I have to make my own luck!