“What Are We Really Trying to Bury?”
“What Are We Really Trying to Bury?”
I am linking up with Five Minute Friday. For Five Minute Friday linkups, we get a word prompt and set a timer for five minutes. We write for five minutes unedited. You can read more about how to participate here. Our word prompt for this week is “bury.”
Set a timer for five minutes and write with us .
See if the word
sparks a new thought
sparks a new idea
sparky sparkler (sometimes my brain feels like it has so many tabs open it will ignite into an electrical system’s fire)
The Past
The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of this week’s word prompt is ‘bury the past.’ This makes me think of those who struggle with mental health issues (like myself). As well as those who wish to forget the past, some stay stuck there. I think in some way we all are holding on to things and situations that no longer serve them in a healthy manner.
Buried in Clutter
For me, I have so much physical stuff I have held on to over the years some because of memories it evokes, Some because I may have need to use it again some day. Or when finances are tough, I think “Oh maybe I can sell that, I can’t get rid of it, I need the money”. Hence currently I feel buried by physical stuff filling spaces in my home.
Wabbits Big Mess
I started writing a story about it a long time ago called “Wabbits Big Mess”… I’d love to finish owning piles of stuff and live a simpler slower life. It is my big goal for this year as I start learning how to live in a house who no longer has anyone under 18 living here. As I am no longer a full time care giver for a child I am moving into the next chapter of my life and of Wabbits Big Mess (I hope its the end of the big mess LOL)
Timer End:
The part below was written after the 5 minute Friday post.
If you feel yourself struggling,
There are days when the battle with depression feels spiritual as much as emotional. It’s the quiet war between hope and heaviness. The fight to believe that God is still present when your energy is gone. The fight to get out of bed, to answer the call, to fold the laundry, to keep going when everything in you wants to retreat. Fighting the urge doesn’t always look dramatic. Sometimes it looks like whispering a prayer you barely have strength to say. Sometimes it looks like choosing not to give up for one more hour.
Faith doesn’t erase depression, but it gives you something to hold onto inside it. When the fog is thick, fight practically and spiritually. Pray, yes, but also drink water. Read a psalm and take a short walk outside. Text a trusted friend. Eat something nourishing. Make the next right choice, not the whole week’s plan. God meets us in small obedience, in small steps, in daily bread, not in superhuman strength. The fight isn’t about pretending you’re strong. It’s about trusting that you are not fighting alone.
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