One phone call. If I had know that was all it would take I would have done it weeks ago.
I have been struggling. The tough, independent person I want to be is nowhere to be found. Little things are getting me down. I tried talking about it, or talking around it, I cried in UBurger, I cried every night in my room, but none of that helped. I wondered who this stranger was who had taken over my body.
But someone understands!
Solidarity is such a gift.
It's okay to struggle.
Law school is hard. Moving to a new city is hard. Missing Karaganda is hard. All of the new stuff in my life is hard. I'm not adapting well. I'm struggling to find peace in routine, and I'm not doing the greatest job following Jesus and caring about people right now.
But it's going to be okay.
All will be well, and all manner of things will be well.