Sometimes

Sometimes, I hate my life. Not that I’m not grateful for it or that I don’t want it anymore. Just that I hate where I am at the moment and I hate that I have to be in that spot at all, let alone at present. I was there six years ago today. And, apparently, again two years ago today. And also today. These long phases of super hard daily life combined with an unclear and undetermined amount of time are always unbelievably difficult. And I hate having to be stuck in them.

Granted, each of the other two I mentioned ended up turning out spectacularly not too long after that particular day… I mean, it was months both times, but that’s not a terribly long time. It just sucked so badly until it resolved. And I’m there again, hoping for an end to hating my life, knowing there’s definitely something better on the other side of this… but still really struggling to make it through to that point.

God, guide us, please, and grant us joy. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2026