Lately there have been many stressors that give me migraine headaches, make me want to stay in bed all day, and steal my inspiration to do anything productive or necessary. Oh stress, I hate you so much.
Why is it that some people sail through tough times with a smile on their face, while others struggle to put one foot in front of the other? Is it that depression is a partner in this cruel scheme to rob me of joy? What will I do to slay this awful dragon? I need to do some research.
I remember an old friend told me once to keep a gratitude journal. I did for all of one month and then it sat neglected on my nightstand because I stopped committing to it. When I let go of a habit that helped center my mind on what really counts, I am going in the wrong direction. I can rationalize this, but need to dig my way out of the pit of despair.
To focus on the things I am grateful for shifts my focus from negativity to thankfulness. I will return to my gratitude journal. I reread Mans Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankle, a powerful story of triumph over horrendous conditions. I want to be an overcomer too.
Stress is a thief. It steals joy and renders its victims numb. I will tackle this monster with gratitude, knowing that, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philipians 4:13.
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