I often feel jealous of people who have faith and the strength that people draw from it. I’ve noticed a lot of my friends and workmates turning to religion as we get older. But I the bottom line is that I just don’t believe in any of it.
I’m lucky enough to have never had real mental health issues, but I have always had faith in myself. A friend once told me the best piece of advice I ever had: ‘If you think your life is bad then change it’. And I found out you really can with resolve. Whenever I’ve had dark moments, and I had one in the epidemic, I resolved to set some targets and then toil to hit them. I lost a stone and a half through exercise, learned to play the piano and reinvested myself in work. But it’s hard work.
I’ve said before on here that I’m out of work and a home shortly, so I’m going to have to dig deep and find something, anything, to keep a roof over us and food. I should feel a lot more stress about that than I do, but I’m 100% sure something will come up if I graft at it. Another type of faith I guess.
Anyway - hope Dele can have the faith to get back to his best.