It’s a simple sentence but one that stopped me in my tracks when I read it.
Don’t overthink it. What do you mean “Don’t overthink it?” How is that even possible? I’m a thinker. It’s what I do.
My need for escapism is at an all time high. Especially since lockdown has my brain fried.
I’ve gone from days loving being locked up in the solitude known as my office, to other days when I can’t breathe and seek out any excuse to get in my car and drive away, music blaring.
I’ve started training again with running Coach Michelle. It’s been a lifesaver. My only constant in a world gone mad.
Running around a dry & grassy field alone over and over again gives you time to think. X8 laps worth. And my Sunday run turned into a walk when the weight of my thoughts were just too heavy to carry.
- The COVID case numbers are out of control
- The economy is shattered
- Unemployment and desperation is rising
- Anger. Blame. Hatred. Fear.
- There’s no end in sight
The exhaustion of trying to live in a state of endless hope has taken its toll on me. I’m losing hope.
I’m tired. Tired of being hopeful on my own. Just for once, I need the freedom to vent. To be angry. To collapse. In safety.
The weight of giving up hope weighs heavily. Because if positive people, like myself, give up, then what?
Not overthinking it is impossible right now.
I was comforted by this.
You made me cry. You always pull me out of whatever I’m facing. Thank you.
I concur, Bron. When I saw this, I was comforted.