the bolded part really spoke to me herby. You're very right.^the fact that you are still alive means that there is every bit as much of a point as there ever was. Age and years are irrelevant. We have things to learn while we are here. We can either do it or not do it. It is really that simple. Not easy, mind you, but simple.
When you let yourself use the past--and your own story you are telling yourself about failure--stop you from trying in the present it is really you trying to feel safe. It is scary to try, scary to risk failure again. What needs to change is your perspective on failure--your relationship with it. Is it an end or an opportunity? I have failed at so much in my life. I struggle with the failures that contributed to my son's death. If I allowed those failures to define me I would die. I have more time here. What can I do with this life? What can I do with the lessons of this grief, of these failures? Becoming fatalistic about the present by using negative self-talk about the past is a waste of your considerable talent and life-force, Captain. Don't fall prey to that temptation.
I'm so sorry to hear that hun!My kitty Kat died yesterday. When I clapped for him and my other cat to come in he didn't come. I got a real bad feeling. I crawled under mu trailer about 1:30 am and found his body. My heart is broken. He was my baby. I got him when he was only three weeks old and nursed him from a bottle for two weeks. He would give me Eskimo nose kisses and purred allbtge time, so loud..I feel so utterly alone. Why does everyone and everything I love either die or leave.
I'm very sorry for your lose. Losing anything or anyone that has been that close to you must be hard. But be strong, I guess cherish all the good times you had and how you made each other's lives better. I'm sure your cat loved you too, I hope you get through this.My kitty Kat died yesterday. When I clapped for him and my other cat to come in he didn't come. I got a real bad feeling. I crawled under mu trailer about 1:30 am and found his body. My heart is broken. He was my baby. I got him when he was only three weeks old and nursed him from a bottle for two weeks. He would give me Eskimo nose kisses and purred allbtge time, so loud..I feel so utterly alone. Why does everyone and everything I love either die or leave.
Well I like music and playing the piano. I always wanted to get a keyboard and get back into it but never did.Whenever I am not feeling well, reading helps. I am also a writer.
What kind of hobbies/activities are you into?
Sometimes we neglect our interests when we are depressed.
I play the piano too; but likewise, I have no keyboard and am miles and miles away from a pianoWell I like music and playing the piano. I always wanted to get a keyboard and get back into it but never did.
I guess you're right, I mean I know you're right. There have been a lot more positive people in my life and I need to concentrate on those people, cause they do want to help. I was shown that today when I came out to someone in person that I was bi. They were so happy for me, said once I told her I seemed happier then I've been in so long. I did feel better today. Also scared, worried, so many feelings. But I have to try and be brave, stop running from people who want to help. I have a lot of work to do and a long way to go, but today has me excited for the future. I just hope this feeling last. I am scared now that it's somewhat out there and what people might think. But I guess I gotta take a risk sometime right?? I just hope it's not as bad as I think it will be, maybe this will be a good start......@riddler: that woman at the hospital should be fired not only from her job but from her profession. Normal? It is normal for people to have periods of confusion and pain in a society that sells confusion and pain to people every day. Wow, that made me mad reading that.
be careful about "writing your story" in concrete. When you take feelings and states of mind that you experience, no matter how frequent or constant they may appear, and tell yourself over and over that they define you (that you have always been this way and always will) you are writing yourself into a tragedy. If you can let the story go and just be where you are at any given time, having faith that all life changes, you will be freer to see where choice does and does not exist.