Three am in the morning. I come out from deep sleep and to see my female dog standing next to my bed asking me to get her out of the house.
I go downstairs and send my dog away, she’ll be back in a couple of hours. I go back to bed but am unable to fall asleep. I take my mp3 player and listen ‘man’s search for meaning’ for a while. Four o clock and I’m still awake and I realize that I will not fall asleep again. I go to the living room and have coffee and cook oatmeal for breakfast. Later I go upstairs and pedal in my bicycle using my rollers. Light exercise, then a cold water shower and at 7:00 am I leave the house. I go to work earlier this morning because at six pm the office will be sprayed to get rid of pests.
On my way to work I read Frankl’s ‘man’s search for meaning’ and I realize that acknowledging that life hasn’t been good, accepting that my past has been sad and painful and coming to terms with it is the only path to recovery.
I forgot to take my medication. I know that is not the reason why I feel sad this morning. I’m tired, sad, unhappy but not depressed. What if…? I ask myself again and again. I write an entry in my blog motivated by Frankl’s book but its content is not constructive, or doesn’t seem to be. I’ve hated my father for an entire lifetime and forgiveness seems to be far and away.
I don’t know what I’m feeling. I know that once I get home I’ll take a nap and feel better for a while.
Life goes on.
I go downstairs and send my dog away, she’ll be back in a couple of hours. I go back to bed but am unable to fall asleep. I take my mp3 player and listen ‘man’s search for meaning’ for a while. Four o clock and I’m still awake and I realize that I will not fall asleep again. I go to the living room and have coffee and cook oatmeal for breakfast. Later I go upstairs and pedal in my bicycle using my rollers. Light exercise, then a cold water shower and at 7:00 am I leave the house. I go to work earlier this morning because at six pm the office will be sprayed to get rid of pests.
On my way to work I read Frankl’s ‘man’s search for meaning’ and I realize that acknowledging that life hasn’t been good, accepting that my past has been sad and painful and coming to terms with it is the only path to recovery.
I forgot to take my medication. I know that is not the reason why I feel sad this morning. I’m tired, sad, unhappy but not depressed. What if…? I ask myself again and again. I write an entry in my blog motivated by Frankl’s book but its content is not constructive, or doesn’t seem to be. I’ve hated my father for an entire lifetime and forgiveness seems to be far and away.
I don’t know what I’m feeling. I know that once I get home I’ll take a nap and feel better for a while.
Life goes on.
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