It is a lonely road. Very few people care about what I’m going through. I just hope my life doesn’t end by suicide.
Life is lonely. I can’t imagine what it is like for people in hospital. I do pray for those in psychiatric asylums. I pray for those returning to the community.
But, on negligence. I am very negligent. I barely do my household chores. After a day of going to the library, I am too tired to do the dishes.
I am negligent in my spirituality too. I don’t really pray from a prayer book. I just pray while lying down. Talk about neglect in my prayer life.
I wish I had energy. I wish I wasn’t depressed. But each social mistake makes me more regretful of what I’ve said.