It's Valentine's Day. I'm unemployed and sitting in a bathrobe on the couch while my husband is asleep in our bedroom.
We've been covered in snow for months now. I'm going stir crazy sitting at home by myself with the two dogs. Only one of the dogs makes me happy. The other one is slowly killing me.
A girl from high school died last week. I didn't know her well, but her Facebook account is public. I wish I knew how she died. Aside from having a great job, beautiful face, and a loving boyfriend, you can tell by her pictures that she was an extremely pleasant and happy person. Why did God choose her? Was it a tragic car accident? What did she do?
I lay awake at night wondering why I'm alive. I can't imagine what purpose I actually serve. Aside from a handful of people, I doubt I'd be missed if my end came tomorrow.
I don't want to be in my bathrobe right now. I don't want to be overweight and depressed. I want to travel the world and get my hands dirty. I want to help others less fortunate than me. I looked into volunteering for Haiti, but they'd much rather have my cash than my presence. And once we start trying for a baby, I wont be able to travel the world.
How can I be useful now? Where can I work and have passion for what I do? When will I get out of this rut?
I want to be happy like the girl from high school. If I could trade places with her, I would. She was 24 and had so much going on. I can't see the point in life while I'm living it. Maybe one day I will look back on this period and understand.
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