The Devil Really Tried It This Morning
This morning, I woke up with a heavy feeling. I genuinely felt like I didn’t want to get out of bed. But it wasn’t because I was tired. It was because I felt like, “what is my life.” For a moment, I felt empty. I felt like a mess. Here was the weird part about it though; I was doing all of the “right” things. My apartment was clean and spacious. My clothes were clean and I didn’t need to iron them. I knew what I was wearing. I was getting work that I needed to get done, done. I woke up at a decent time and even as I am writing this, it looks like I would get to church on time, if not early. I scrolled through YouTube for about 30 minutes and then finally shut my phone off and got up to shower. I had food in my fridge, I literally was not lacking anything. The worse thing that I did was order Burger King last night - the impossible whopper with cheese and large fries - and I ate it all. I mean like how dare I? I then realized something. The sense of heaviness and depression...