A vent and rant party. Sorry to show up so late. I am sure we could all fill up multiple pages. I can't say that I am sick of doctors because I have been fed up enough I quit going. I was last at the Dr in July. Don't miss them a bit. I think they are at least half the problems. They must feel the same because my meds get filled without a visit.
I am tired of not knowing who I am any more. I try and show the jovial, hard working, caring, giving and always there for everyone kind of guy. I get tired of people sucking the life out of me. i know its my job and my life but this is my vent and Skeye said I could do it. I was honored for my work and people were clapping etc and all I wanted to do was go home and crawl in bed because the pain was more than I wanted to handle. Its more than any of us want to handle. I am sick of having to work every day even though I am on vacation.
I love my ministry but hate my job. Raise more money, travel more, speak at more events, take more teams out on the street to work with the homeless, addicts and alcoholics. I can never please those who believe it is my responsibility in life to make them happy. Poop on their hapiness. Ok I'll repent for that later. They may fire me soon for not raising enough money and being a drug addict. Like we all love to take the medication that medical experts say will make us feel better anyway.
We are sick of we are not, sick of who we are, and sick of knowing that the more doctors we see and the more meds we take we don't relief. We are sick of lost identity. Sick of lost abilities. Sick of limitations. Sick of that you are all sick of. Sick, sick sick...
But thankful that we have a place to vent, thankful for people who will listen without having to fix us, thankful that there are others who understand.
Post Edited (fatherjohn) : 12/11/2009 11:01:51 PM (GMT-7)