I feel like I've been giving 20 percent energy to every aspect of my life. I'm a distracted father, a sheepish entrepreneur, I've been reading the same book for six months now, and when I write, I let my fingers do the thinking.
Everyone has their ups and downs, but when you feel like you've got more downs than ups, it's time to ask more questions.
A large number of men are struggling with depression and anxiety as well as other ailments, but they are afraid to talk to a doctor about it. Simply acknowledging it and making a small step towards making a change goes a long way to fixing the problem.
What can you do to combat today's suicide epidemic? It certainly can feel like it's slipping away from us, out of our control. And it's often that we don't know what to do. The simplest thing you can do is learn. Know the stats. Share the stats. Defeat the stats.
I've had my juvenile days of pretending I have it all together, preaching to the masses, and saying stupid things that I thought were wise. Now, I'm only wise enough to know I'm not very wise. I know I don't have it all together. And, maybe that's where wisdom comes from--the ability to freely admit our weakness
Every morning--well, almost every morning--I wake up at five. The first thing I do is make coffee. A fifteen-minute ritual.
It was an important reminder that I somehow managed to reflect upon as I muttered the most miserable version of Old MacDonald in Isaiah's ear. On the other side of pain, discomfort, and conflict is, very often, healing.
The thing with overthinkers is that we are thoughtful, inquisitive, and perceiving--we are sponges soaking up the world around us. But we can easily get lost, asking question after question like one step after another into a dark cave until we find ourselves trapped in the darkness. Our problem is we don’t know how to stop thinking, or when to turn our minds around.
The Church has many flaws. These flaws turn individuals away and have positioned the Church as less and less credible to a greater society. In writing about the Church being a resource to help those with depression, I do so with hesitation, knowing we often fail people in giving them a sense of authentic community and we will continue to do so moving forward.
I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Why we do what we do. Why we struggle or why we thrive. What urges our pursuits, and navigates our ambition? Everything (and I am beginning to believe everything) boils down to two driving or lacking factors in each of us: an individual's sense of purpose and belonging. Isn't it true we all want to know why we exist, and for whom we exist?