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I’m curious if I’m struggling with acedia. I mean, I think we all do on some level but I’m trying to figure out if my situation is actually acedia.
So, some examples are given that monks would be despondent and desire to go to different monasteries.
Now (I am of course no monk lol) but I find that despondent because of my house.
It makes me sad that it’s so massive. I feel oppressed by it.
Mind you I’ve never ever felt this way about a place I’ve lived.
Well, maybe when I lived with my parents (but that was due to my father NOT the actual house).
There are rooms I haven’t been in for months.
Combine the house size along with the fact that I never leave (no job, one car) and I have no one really outside of my husband (no kids, no friends really) and I feel idk
I keep holding on to these things:
I just don’t have anyone else to talk to about this. My parents don’t understand, really. My husband thinks I’m just complaining.
I just makes me want to shut down and go further into myself.
But I can’t.
Again, I’ve never felt this way about a house. I’ve felt this way basically since the moment we moved in.
It’s exhausting. And I feel guilty about feeling this way.

Death to Despondency Part III: The Fear of Death and the Reversal of Joy
^^Nice read about acedia
So, some examples are given that monks would be despondent and desire to go to different monasteries.
Now (I am of course no monk lol) but I find that despondent because of my house.
It makes me sad that it’s so massive. I feel oppressed by it.
Mind you I’ve never ever felt this way about a place I’ve lived.
Well, maybe when I lived with my parents (but that was due to my father NOT the actual house).
There are rooms I haven’t been in for months.
Combine the house size along with the fact that I never leave (no job, one car) and I have no one really outside of my husband (no kids, no friends really) and I feel idk
I keep holding on to these things:
- I am grateful that I have a home; while it is too big and it makes me suffer mentally, there are so many people that physically have no homes - no where to safely sleep. I shouldn’t be ungrateful.
- I’m moving soon.
I just don’t have anyone else to talk to about this. My parents don’t understand, really. My husband thinks I’m just complaining.
I just makes me want to shut down and go further into myself.
But I can’t.
Again, I’ve never felt this way about a house. I’ve felt this way basically since the moment we moved in.
It’s exhausting. And I feel guilty about feeling this way.

Death to Despondency Part III: The Fear of Death and the Reversal of Joy
^^Nice read about acedia