Theme: Mentally fogged, spiritually sluggish, physically present but barely.
Journal-Style Entry:
The mental fog is thick today. Like I’m driving with dirty headlights in a snowstorm. I’m doing the things—showing up, eating abstinently, checking the boxes—but my head ain’t in the game.
It’s not dramatic. No breakdowns or binges. But it’s a spiritual dullness. I’m going through the motions, hoping momentum keeps me out of the ditch. It’s scary because I know this is how the slide starts—quietly, slowly, with a loss of clarity.
But I also know: fog lifts. And I don’t need to fix it all today. I just need to stay pointed in the right direction and trust that traction comes if I keep walking.
Still…
Still abstinent.
Still foggy, but still facing forward.
Still not grabbing food to fix feelings.
Still believing the fog will clear.
Still in it.
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