Is it strange for me to admit that my life really hasn’t been the same since the walk I took by the grave? My thoughts have been slightly clearer, my anxiety has gone down, and I feel like I’ve grabbed fear by its horns for once in my life.
That’s not to say that I’ve defeated fear at all, but I’m fighting back suddenly. Also, I’ve been thinking very hard on whether or not I should leave my job once and for all. The majority of me says to just let it go, but the part of me that lives by logic says to stay. Because it’s a good job and I am paid good money… but some how that just doesn’t matter that much to me. I’ve asked myself if I am ungrateful or if I even deserve to have a job, but I realized those questions and their answers are irrelevant to my quest.