I’m changing my name and
moving to Puerto Rico.
I am, henceforth, going to be called Angelica Diaz and my address will be 123 Calle de La Playa.
Worry makes even a sunny day seem grey and foreboding. It makes me want to pack a bag and just put distance between myself and my problems. I am not always an anxious person, but every now and then I get overwhelmed and I feel the urge to run away and hide. Somewhere with a full bar.
I am worried about a friend who is going through a really hard thing. I am anxious about taxes coming up ( I always owe). I am hoping our rental company will reimburse us for part of an almost seven hundred dollar electric bill that stemmed from a busted outside unit. I am nervous that I will never be in a healthy relationship because I tend to get scared and bail. I have to testify in court tomorrow against the guy who broke into my neighbor’s car.
Logically, I know my problems are small and not life-or-death.
I need to count my blessings.
I am healthy.
I have food and shelter.
I have found a church and small group where I am learning, growing, and feeling loved.
I am not trusting God today. I seriously don’t want to write any more blessings. I am thinking maybe I need some prayer?
Sorry this post is so depressing.