I feel like I am standing in the back of a chorus line waving a rose. When I want to be a headliner.
My life feels empty, ok que in scene from the movie Eat, Pray, Love. But it does and I am not happy. There I said it, I am not happy with my life. I am not happy with this existence. I’m not jumping off of a building any time soon, but I mentally check out every chance I get. Sometimes I cannot even read a paragraph without being sidetracked. My short-term memory is not so good, which is a sign of stress.
I have a friend who is also a licensed counselor. She says to stay positive, but I can’t. And then I feel like a whiny baby and maybe my problems a small in the grand scheme of things.
I just don’t know what to do or what I am capable of doing. I would like my manual to life now please. I beg God constantly for there to be dreams of future promises before I sleep. Yet nothing.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am mental.