So how do I make sense of this? I have a passion in life - something I want to serve others in.
That I believe is my painting and writing. It gives meaning to my life.
Only problem is if it is a passion then why do I feel so passionless?
Something that I love so much and yet I have to force myself to do it most days.
Isn’t having a passion meant to be motivated to do it? Why do I have to force myself to do something?
Am I lazy? Or is it my sza? Or my meds? Or do I have to look for my passion elsewhere?
How do I make sense of this? Do I make sense?