Revival

I haven't eaten very well today. I don't have many options because I am staying at my parent's house and their diet is extremely different than mine. I tell myself not to complain because at least I have food. However, eating properly is essential for mental health, so I am also justified in my complaint. Nevertheless that is not why I am writing this post. It is simply a reminder that I did just get out of the hospital and I am recovering from the trauma, so don't be surprised if I don't sound like myself. And don't be surprised that I don't sound completely coherent. I am still reviving my heart, soul, mind, and strength.
When you are in a mental hospital, you lose sight of yourself. The people are struggling with unseen trauma that is silenced through medication, therapy, and mind games. These practices are acceptable and at time effective, but they are not always enjoyable for the staff or the patient. It is scary to be surrounded by people who see the same things I see and hear the same things I hear. It reminds me that God is real even when society feels more comfortable burying our Savior.
I am still trying to reduce my anger by writing down my thoughts and feelings (a request given to me by the inpatient doctor). I find this naturally cures me because I am a writer by profession.
Speaking of professions, it is really difficult for me to return to classes because I realize that my mom and dad need help. However, my mom and dad are very clear that they want me to go to classes because they want me to graduate and learn how to be independent. My mom and dad have made a pretty good life for themselves. I'm proud of their accomplishments. I know we have chosen different paths, but I still respect them for the decisions they made. Remember to always appreciate your parents. I tell my mom and dad all the time that I love them. Often I get an eye roll because I say it so often. I just don't want them to forget. My dad supports my love for thunderstorms, so the video is fitting.