I write my thoughts before they contradict each other.
If you don’t know what to say, write.
If you feel like you already consumed so much, write.
If you know you SHOULD place yourself in a certain headspace but can’t quite get there, write.
It’s 5:18AM of Sunday, January 27. My feet are twitching, my jaw clenched, my breathing minimal.
These are the reactions of my body when I am in deep focus. And perhaps, my body retained this state from days of being adrenaline-operated.
Dear Lord,
The past months have been a blur. And the first month of 2019 is almost coming to an end. I’m struggling to breathe.
I’m sorry for the times when I let my anxiety take control of me. When I set my eyes on worldly things.
Cut your fingernails roughly until you feel the pang in your fingertips. File your nails as short as you can go.
Every time you feel the soreness of your raw fingertips, pick one, three or five things to do:
I have only slept for about 2 hours in the past 33.5 hours. Right now, I feel light-headed but sadly, not sleepy which may be because I had that 2-hr powernap 6 hours ago. What better way to put myself into a better disposition than to do my online journallings, right?
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