@IndigoChild5559
I am fortunate to have met several Jewish people in my life, some striving like you and some I do not know if they were. These have all challenged me to think bigger. Some have deeply impressed me in only a short amount of time. I am sorry to hear that you are feeling this way.
I want you to try and remember times when you went through some difficulties and then things got better. This is important to do, and may help you hang on and reach the next good times. Watch out for anger, because it can derail you. I wish I had always watched out against anger. Its always in there trying to find some excuse to come out, and when it does it brings all of its friends. Its comes to you as a rational thought, but its in disguise. You think "I have good reason to be angry!" Don't fall for it. Be sad all you like. Sadness you can handle. It is relatable and connects you. Anger makes you withdrawn and disagreeable. Sadness cleans you. Anger corrupts you.
Here is a story about my first backpacking trip with the Boy Scouts. I was fourteen and not particularly strong or weak. My parents noticed that I was lacking in the social graces and decided to put me into something: a scout pack that was attached to my church. It looked interesting, and they were planning to go 'Backpacking'. We got me a (a really ill fitting) backpack, and I went for a painful and enjoyable journey lasting for an entire weekend in the Blue Ridge Mountains on a trail called The Heartbreak Trail. We had all kinds of adventures, killed a rattlesnake, swam in an icy natural pool, camped in the valley of Bambi (straight out of the cartoon film). The hiking was unbearable. My feet were killing me, and so were the feet of all the others.
Some of us cried. My backpack waist strap never worked properly, as no belt has ever properly fit me. My pack sat upon my shoulders for three days. We hiked upwards for a long time, but the most difficult times were when we had to go down only to go back up again. Those were the times like what you are experiencing, going down in order to go back up. Mountains come in a chains. They rarely stand alone, so you go down sometimes in order to reach the next one.
On the third day we saw a sign that we were a few hundred yards from the parking lot where the autos were. Some of us younger men had a sudden burst of energy and ran to the autos for joy. The adults (who were much more tired) laughed at our energy.
Best wishes! I hope you feel better soon.
I am fortunate to have met several Jewish people in my life, some striving like you and some I do not know if they were. These have all challenged me to think bigger. Some have deeply impressed me in only a short amount of time. I am sorry to hear that you are feeling this way.
I want you to try and remember times when you went through some difficulties and then things got better. This is important to do, and may help you hang on and reach the next good times. Watch out for anger, because it can derail you. I wish I had always watched out against anger. Its always in there trying to find some excuse to come out, and when it does it brings all of its friends. Its comes to you as a rational thought, but its in disguise. You think "I have good reason to be angry!" Don't fall for it. Be sad all you like. Sadness you can handle. It is relatable and connects you. Anger makes you withdrawn and disagreeable. Sadness cleans you. Anger corrupts you.
Here is a story about my first backpacking trip with the Boy Scouts. I was fourteen and not particularly strong or weak. My parents noticed that I was lacking in the social graces and decided to put me into something: a scout pack that was attached to my church. It looked interesting, and they were planning to go 'Backpacking'. We got me a (a really ill fitting) backpack, and I went for a painful and enjoyable journey lasting for an entire weekend in the Blue Ridge Mountains on a trail called The Heartbreak Trail. We had all kinds of adventures, killed a rattlesnake, swam in an icy natural pool, camped in the valley of Bambi (straight out of the cartoon film). The hiking was unbearable. My feet were killing me, and so were the feet of all the others.
Some of us cried. My backpack waist strap never worked properly, as no belt has ever properly fit me. My pack sat upon my shoulders for three days. We hiked upwards for a long time, but the most difficult times were when we had to go down only to go back up again. Those were the times like what you are experiencing, going down in order to go back up. Mountains come in a chains. They rarely stand alone, so you go down sometimes in order to reach the next one.
On the third day we saw a sign that we were a few hundred yards from the parking lot where the autos were. Some of us younger men had a sudden burst of energy and ran to the autos for joy. The adults (who were much more tired) laughed at our energy.
Best wishes! I hope you feel better soon.