I hate that therapy costs money.
I hate how fucking crazy therapists can be.
I hate how fucking crazy is can be to be sure you can trust one.
I’m wondering if I made a bad decision to try it all again.
I’m sad that I’m more sure that I’m a better therapist to myself than whoever I’m dealing with right now.
1. If it feels wrong, don’t do it.
2. Say “exactly” what you mean.
3. Don’t be a people pleaser.
4. Trust your instincts.
5. Never speak badly about yourself.
6. Never give up on your dreams.
7. Don’t be afraid to say “no”.
8. Don’t be afraid to say “yes”.
9. Resist the need to always have control.
10. Stay away from drama and negativity – as much as possible.
Source: Lessons Learned in Life
Be careful who you open up to. Only a few people actually care. The rest just want to have something to gossip about.
Clearing my head, so I can go on with my day…
Hoarding. My parents just got a notice from the city. Specifically for the front yard.
I do NOT believe it will ever be a clean/fresh house. It’s never going to be the same house I knew as a young kid.
I do NOT feel guilty or that I should help. I had to live there, in it. I served my time.
I no longer feel guilty from my mother’s long sighs as she talks about how hard she has it: it is half HER STUFF! And if you just buy more…and never clean…it’s your own fault.
I DO feel ashamed to have anyone know I’m related to the people who live in “that house”.
I DO want them to get in trouble with the city, enough for them to be REQUIRED to clean it “enough” and I hope they get in trouble for the inside also.
All of you with dysfunctional family/parents: do yourself a favor today and tell yourself the 3 C’s
"I didn’t cause it, I can’t cure it, and I can’t control it." Read at FOG
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
I think the highest level of forgiveness is forgiving someone who does not admit nor recognize that they were wrong; it’s also the most difficult form of forgiveness.