My discipleship group was supposed to go with me, but due to the last minute, only Ikoy, my leader was able to go (and since it was a Thursday, well…)

Ikoy brought his cousin Gelo and his younger brother Reese to go with us. And so there were four of us!

I was anxious as I donned my jumpsuit, and while waiting for our names to be flashed on television at City Kart racing. I was actually nervous. When our time was up and I was given kart number 5, I revved up the engine and off we go! My nervousness suddenly disappeared as I trailed the course and boy, did I enjoy the ride!

I actually crashed into the fence twice and had to be readjusted by the marshal, but it was okay.

Ten minutes of that was worth it.

I was actually the third placer even if I was the first to do an offshoot at the course. But it didn’t matter. We had fun, everyone had fun!

And we want to do it again! And since kart racing is kind of expensive, we’re going to save money for this event!

Next time, i’ll be the fastest racer to hit the track!

We arrived in Ateneo at around 2pm but didn’t start immediately since the whole field was occupied by three different groups. When we transferred to a different field, it was about an hour later. And then the fun, the laughter, the praise started.

It was an exciting-filled afternoon.

We learned a lot from the games. We learned to pull each other up when we are down (hands-over-the-shoulder game), expect the unexpected but don’t feel stressed out (the ball-toss game), find your niche in ministries (the five-stations game), the fastest isn’t exactly the winner (the running game), the leader should lead his group (the hulahoop game), help each other out when needed (the ballon game).

It was already past six when we were done, but the night was still young so we all headed out to Aveneto’s for dinner. The room was filled with noisy and chattering individuals and we couldn’t tell which ones were talking and which ones were listening.

Everyone was still getting a hangover from the game.

It was really a team building. We are God’s army.

I doubt that this helps, although I haven’t tried it out yet. One thing is for certain though. Even if I try it out, I am quite sure I will be releasing some sort of hormones – that of my blood rushing to my brain. That’s the only thing I’m sure of.

Being mentally unstable before since I lost my job, I was depressed for weeks. I couldn’t get out of bed, I cried almost every minute of my life, and I treat my family and friends like dirt. It was when I was prescribed an anti-depressant drug Zoloft (the medication that killed Anna Nicole Smith’s son) that for awhile, I think I got cured. But then my depression came back to haunt me. I would still felt the same way. I would cry and cry buckets of tears and I was paranoid. Even worse, I got addicted to the drug and I couldn’t think straight without taking the drug.

It was only November of last year when I was able to stand up to my depression. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and through prayers and with the support of my family and friends, I am getting there. I am not completely cured (in fact, I just got depressed over the weekend) but I know I am getting there since God is on my side.

And to you Rosie, this is all I have to say. No swinging upside down  rope or a tree can help you cure depression. Just pray, Ms. O’Donnell. Just pray and look to God for help.

There was no exception. All of us are struggling and as I shared to them what went on during the past week, I felt a huge burden being lifted off my shoulders. God has provided me with another way out, and although during the weekend, my life was so bleak, today told a different story. I had hope – hope that I shouldn’t focus my priorities on other people. God should only be my number one priority in life.

My dgroup is a huge help for me – not only through my outlook in life, but they are helping me align God’s goals for me with mine. It’s such an exhilarating feeling, knowing that God loves us.

Remember, He loved us first.

For what it’s worth, it’s been months since I felt joyous and free. I lost my job, but I didn’t complain. In fact, I felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders. Well, when God closes a door, He opens a window. A couple of weeks after I lost my job, I got another one – a home-based job. This is quite better than before since I control my own time, and still write on the side.

But now, I’m depressed again. I keep on bugging my bestfriend about it, but he doesn’t reply to my text messages! I feel more anxious, and I keep on texting him at least ten times a day, but he doesn’t reply! He’s probably tired of me now.

What a waste. I’m such a waste.