I’ve been away for a few days. Not physically away, really, but mentally. I had a bit of a breakdown on Thursday night, and didn’t end up getting any sleep at all that night. When I woke up on Friday morning, all I could think was that there was just no way that I could face the world that day. I called out of work, and went back to bed for a few more hours.
I spent most of Friday just…thinking. About all the things in my life that are good, and all the things that are not-so-good. About the fact that I feel like I can’t get along with anyone at all right now. About the fact that I feel dissapointed by everything and everyone. And about the fact that, unless I do something about all of this right now, it was all threatening to consume me, and ruin all the good things I’ve worked so hard for – my career, my friendships, my relationships with my family.
Normally, my reaction when I am depressed and upset is to run off to the mall and buy things. Or, even better, to hit all the favorite places online and order a bunch of clothing, books and who knows what else that I don’t really need, all in an effort to make myself better. And, yes, I think that buying things would have temporarily lifted my mood, probably more than the self-analysis and realizations did, but in the end, clearly, its not the healthy decision. In fact, the stress of being in debt is just another factor that is making me unhappy right now.
So, I thought about things, long and hard. I thought about what was worth taking a stand for, and what I needed to let go, to find some peace for myself. And I stayed off the internet, because in some ways, it is just not healthy. There are too many temptations – to spend, to gossip, to jump to conclusions.
I’m not saying that I’ve got it all figured out, but I woke up this morning feeling more productive and at peace than I have in a long, long time.
