Constant Reassurance

It can be difficult trying to get through this life sometimes, with the constant pressures put on you by yourself and others.  You find yourself striving to move forward or trying your hardest to get things done, so you can reach those elusive goals.

Sometimes this can all get too much and your head starts to get overwhelmed, as you find yourself rushing from place to place and task to task.  You barely give yourself a chance to breathe or your mind a chance to rest, and it can be draining.

However, taking some time out with my God always manages to calm me down.  It is the best method of reassurance and relaxation, as I spend time talking to Him, meditating on His word, praising Him in song or just listening to what He has to say.

Yesterday, I decided to take a longer route to the bus stop on my way home, as I felt like a leisurely walk on my own, and I am so glad I did it.  For the first time in a little while, I was casually walking just for the sake of it, rather than pacing in a bid to get home or reach my destination.

During my walk, God came into my mind and I just started having a conversation with Him.  I felt at ease and really happy in that moment, which was exactly what I needed to settle my spirit.  That little bit of time spent with my God just made me feel that everything was going to be okay, which is why time spent with Him is so special.

I’m glad that I have my God on my side, supporting me every step of the way.  It also makes me feel good to know that He will be a constant reassurance, which is important for someone as easily stressed as me.  With Him, everything will work out fine.


I don’t know what is going on with doctors these days, and when I say doctors I mean your local GP doctor.  I’d love to know where they find some of these doctors from and why in the world they’ve been granted a PhD, because they are absolutely ridiculous and quite frankly useless.

I haven’t always received the most thorough diagnoses from the doctors at my local GP – especially in more recent years – but today was truly something else.  I left the doctor’s surgery feeling unimpressed, annoyed and slightly confused.

First and foremost, I was not impressed about having to practically run after the doctor in order to catch up with him and enter the correct office.

But while explaining my worries and symptoms, how an earth can the doctor turn around and say: “What would do you think is wrong with you?”, before asking: “What would you like me to do then?”.

I’m sorry, but am I a doctor?  I didn’t spend years studying for a PhD; you [supposedly] did.  If I could diagnose myself and figure out how to solve the problem, why would I have wasted my time and come to the surgery?  We’re not friends, so there would be no need for nice little chat.

And why was it necessary for him to raise his voice like he was telling me off, because he was trying to give me a command when he had just asked me a question?  I actually had no clue about what I was supposed to do, which is why I cannot fathom his impatience.

This brings me to another point.  I’m not saying that doctors should spend forever and a day with their patients, because they obviously do not have the time, but there is no need for the ultra speed.

They rush through their appointments and try to get you out the door as quickly as possible, so that they can be on to the next one.  It’s not entirely helpful, especially when you lose your train of thought and are not able to voice some of your concerns.  It’s like you are unimportant.

Dealing with the majority of the doctors at my local GP is beyond a joke, which is why I avoid calling them and would prefer to leave things undiagnosed.  The appointments are rushed, abrupt and now becoming slightly ridiculous; I’m also tired of walking out with a blood test appointment because they really do terrify me.  I’m just so over these doctors now.