Hello, hello, and happy Monday!
I'm sitting at San Francisco coffee, thinking about what the last twenty or so hours have been like, and I want to share them with you. Just not yet.
It's getting better, you guys. Much better. Where I was a month ago versus where I am today is just...just...
I can't explain it. It's not just that I feel better. Medicine will do that for you. But life change, and better choices for your health, are your (or in this case, my) decisions. And no one can make them for you. When it comes to mental health, I know that it has many facets. It's not black and white as so many people assume (I call those people "ignorant", whether by choice or by accident). So in the last two weeks, I've been trying to live purposefully. Resolutely. Like I said I would back in December when I talked about what having resolutions really looked like for me.
And it's changing my heart. God is preparing me for something.
I'm not sure exactly how it's going to pan out, but I finally see how the struggles I have faced mentally have been preparing me to be more fully equipped for God's work. It's almost like He's saying, "Hey, you know that thing you're afraid of? You know those things you try so hard to avoid? Yeah. Well, that's where I'm putting you. Right smack dab in the middle of it."
And, truth be told, I'm kind of excited.
(P.S. I have no idea what this picture of my sparkling water has to do with anything, except for maybe the fact that the chair behind it kind of looks like a heart? Maybe?)