Doing voluntary work is living of your character. I can praise myself. 1.5 hour meetings turns out in 2 hours of sleep on the couch. And my mood goes below freezing point when I think how we debate self help, care and health in my country. Sometimes I think what the f*ck is wrong with those jerks.
They sure should go on boot camp! My simple life is out of balance. I hate this sleep and everything it represents. Half my life is gone. As my batteries are sooo empty. Why bother? Why bother at all. It sometimes seems I am happier on my couch without sleep not knowing what I’ve missed; than going out seeing what I’ve missed and come home dead tired. Because than the view of my future seems smaller as the now is too short to enjoy. It has only hurt me deeply.