Sometimes I don't feel like I'm heading in the right direction. Some days, I feel like I've finally figured it out. I became a Christian and finally felt like I found my place. It was a step in the right direction. But I still feel discontent.
At night when it's quiet, I'm awake with my thoughts. I was in a very bad car accident last November and driving isn't the same anymore. It's what I loved most about my job. Now I feel a little tense. I remember the sound, the feeling of my sternum breaking, looking up and seeing the concrete light pole getting closer and closer until I hit it. They were amazed I was even alive. Now it's been close to four months at home and I'm still not completely healed. It's a real drag.
So I've never been one to complain about my problems. I never want to lay my burdens at the feet of others. But in some ways, I still feel like that guy who's being pulled like a rubber band in both directions. The light and the dark, and some days the dark seems more attractive. It's such a messed up feeling not knowing where you stand. Where do you plant your feet, drive a stake in the ground and say, yes, this is my place?
I'm 34 years old and I still haven't figured it out. I see other Christians and they seem so happy. Like they found their place and are close to God. That's their life. It seems like a good one. I envy those that are secure in their faith and have that close relationship with their creator. It makes me bitter. I don't think it's fair.
It's kind of like fighting for an army with no flag. How do you do that? At some point you start to question what the hell you're doing. The thing is, I'm not who I was before my brother died. That person is dead. I look at pictures of myself back then and it feels like I'm looking at a kid that died years ago and that, in some weird way, I took over, and I'm living what was supposed to be his life. It was supposed to be a better one, that's for sure.
I feel like an incomplete person and I hate it. I don't know how to fix it. I've tried everything. I don't know what else to do. I'm sorry for complaining. I know everyone has their own struggles. But I've never talked about mine. Since others were sharing, I thought maybe I should, too.
Thanks for reading.
At night when it's quiet, I'm awake with my thoughts. I was in a very bad car accident last November and driving isn't the same anymore. It's what I loved most about my job. Now I feel a little tense. I remember the sound, the feeling of my sternum breaking, looking up and seeing the concrete light pole getting closer and closer until I hit it. They were amazed I was even alive. Now it's been close to four months at home and I'm still not completely healed. It's a real drag.
So I've never been one to complain about my problems. I never want to lay my burdens at the feet of others. But in some ways, I still feel like that guy who's being pulled like a rubber band in both directions. The light and the dark, and some days the dark seems more attractive. It's such a messed up feeling not knowing where you stand. Where do you plant your feet, drive a stake in the ground and say, yes, this is my place?
I'm 34 years old and I still haven't figured it out. I see other Christians and they seem so happy. Like they found their place and are close to God. That's their life. It seems like a good one. I envy those that are secure in their faith and have that close relationship with their creator. It makes me bitter. I don't think it's fair.
It's kind of like fighting for an army with no flag. How do you do that? At some point you start to question what the hell you're doing. The thing is, I'm not who I was before my brother died. That person is dead. I look at pictures of myself back then and it feels like I'm looking at a kid that died years ago and that, in some weird way, I took over, and I'm living what was supposed to be his life. It was supposed to be a better one, that's for sure.
I feel like an incomplete person and I hate it. I don't know how to fix it. I've tried everything. I don't know what else to do. I'm sorry for complaining. I know everyone has their own struggles. But I've never talked about mine. Since others were sharing, I thought maybe I should, too.
Thanks for reading.