SOMETIMES WE MUST DIG DEEP TO FIND OUR POWER.
I am writing this post following yet another night of minimal sleep. Lately, I have been having issues with proper rest, and quite frankly, it’s not been getting better.
As we all know, poor sleep can affect your mood, your judgement, your physical state…
In short, everything.
Shortly before drafting this, I was sitting on my bed and was hit with a massive wave of depression. Multiple frustrations hit me all at once, and I felt extremely low. Like, low enough to play handball off a curb low.
I kept it to myself and just stewed in it for a few minutes, slipping lower and lower.
Finally, I said fuck it. I grabbed my phone, pulled up some music, and grabbed my 35 lb. hammer. And I swung that bitch for all she was worth. I was hurting, I was tired, I was angry. And every ounce of that was focused into the unforgiving iron head of that fucking hammer.
This post is sponsored by The State of Controlled Anger.
Am I still tired? Yeah, you bet your ass I am. Do I feel better? Mentally, perhaps yes, because I let that depression flow through that hunk of iron. Do I still seek that ever elusive “balance”? Oh, yes. Very much so.
But, for a few brief minutes, I controlled that depression and that mood instead of it controlling me.
I dug deep, and for just a fraction of time, I found my power. My wish is that you find yours too. And if you dig and it’s not there? Dig deeper.
Stay safe and be good to yourselves, people.
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