I love trying new things so there's always something to do. Several months ago, my lack of time (overload) reached a critical point. I was working a full-time job with another part-time business. I volunteer in a rehab program and have my own connections and try to meet with my family on Saturdays and Sundays; All of these things I love, but I'm starting to listen to the stress of having something to do all the time. Then I went into insomnia. I continued to work. What other option did I have? I couldn't stop. I had to work. People wanted me. I also need to meet my family and friends. Sometimes I was helped by medication and during the day I would sleep and more medication would help me move. Every night I go to bed with the fear of not being able to sleep. This added more stress to my overburdened mind.

Stress is normal for me. So thinking all is well; I continued to do what I had. I was so tired. Those who were with me could see that I was trying to process everything in the right way. I'm so sorry for forgetting things. But no one knew what my worries were. Looking back, I don't remember much of my time with my family and friends. Most of my life seems like a constant blur. I take very little rest and it's one day after another.

I couldn't stop. I had to work. People wanted me.

No wonder; I was very sad. For many days I slept only two hours. When I woke up one morning, all I could do was cry. I was very tired. Just thinking about another day has left me exhausted. I just wanted to sleep and my mind wouldn't let me.

I went to see my friend who is a counselor. After doing some tests, she told me that I had anxiety and was about to go into severe depression. I had to take immediate action. I took time off from work. I humbly quit my second job. I talked to my boss and we talked about reducing some of my responsibilities. My doctor prescribed me anti-depressants and I started counseling.

I needed someone to help me figure out why I had brought myself here. I came to believe in the truth that I am a human being and I need to protect myself. It seemed so selfish at the time but I realized it was true. I was not meant to live the restless life I was living.

To be honest, the activities in my life made me feel valued and wanted. But I have learned that my worth is not in everything I do, but in who I am. It was time to slow down and learn to love myself. I once heard it said, “We are only human; We are not the works of men.” It's not easy to stay calm despite the noise or busyness. But now I understand how useful it is. If you feel like you need to keep running in order to keep going through life, you're not alone. We want to talk to you. Get in touch with us by filling out the form below.