Saturday morning
I'm sitting here remembering how much I liked Saturdays, in my past life. Now they seem exactly the same, a day of depression and tears, a day when I wonder what the point of life is, now. Life was good now, it's bad and I realise my evil, my pain and how much that caused pain to others. I'm scared, I lack hope, direction, I have applied for numerous jobs but I don't get anywhere, they assure me my sin isn't going to stop me getting a fair hearing but I know one job had 200 applicants at least.
I wish I could turn the clock back, I wish things were different, I wish, but what's the point?
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Writing it out will help you heal.
There's a reason the rear view mirror is so much smaller than the windshield we face in front.
We learn from our experiences, and some of those unintended consequences provide us with insight for making choices that fit better with what we want for ourselves.
And, people are mean to those mistakes.
The important thing to put forth is to remember you are responsible for what you say, do, react, and respond. You are NOT responsible for what others say, do, react, and respond. Changing your response to fit the better well-being will eventually change the response of others when their usual response no longer fits. Yes, it often gets worse before it gets better.
Take the time to put your well-being list down, and remind yourself of the things you do to help yourself.
Best wishes as you find your way through all the changes.