I enjoy friendship
but I don’t know the true definition.
This week has been crazy. I have had lots of papers and a couple midterms and I felt really overwhelmed on monday. I basically shut down and ignored everyone around me and avoided my studies and the papers that needed to be written. Wasn’t the best monday ever. I eventually went on a walk partially because it was nice out and partially because a couple years ago i was in a similar slump and Rosemarie forced me to go on a walk and it helped a lot. It’s crazy how being outside with headphones blasting enjoying nature and ignoring the world can set me free of lies.
Lies have been very prominent in my life lately. From Satan of course. Lies that no one cares for me, or loves me, or wants to be a friend to me (especially in my times of struggle). I am choosing to ignore the lies and move on. Moving on is the only option because if I do not I die. I may not actually die, but I may feel dead within my soul and that is just not me.
I love hope. Hope is so beautiful. I enjoy friendship. God has been showing me lately a lot about friendship and though I still do not know much and the learning process is painful I’m enjoying every moment of it. I have learned to let go of some and pull others closer.
I’m happier.
There is so much more, but I am so excited to sleep.
