If I can lose myself in a really good book, my mind can’t wander to sad or hard subjects, in fact, it doesn’t want to.
We only get so many moments. I’m tired of wasting them on people and situations that simply do not rate.
A random note from someone I care about has the power to turn my day around instantly.
I continue to feel gutted. But I can’t undo it, so I’m trying to learn from it and let it go.
I am trying to hold onto the past right now, more tightly than I should, and I know that. But when the future seems so unsure, it’s easy to cling to what you know was good.
As someone I admire has often pointed out to me, the universe owes us nothing. Just because we exist doesn’t mean we deserve a single thing. We have to fight for what we want.
Therapy is work, and it’s hard. You have to talk about and confront things you’d rather let lie. But it’s worth it.
This has been a good test for me in the “letting things go” department, and while I’m not sure I’m passing with flying colors, I don’t think I’m failing spectacularly.
Depending on the situation, maybe you need a few hours or days or maybe a full week of wallowing. Maybe you’re going to need a month. Setting a time limit is important.
I appreciate the people in my life who see the facade for what it is, who ask “are you OK?” and who care about the answer.
These people are often charming (when they want to be), clever (and they know it), and seem like normal people at first. I usually don’t realize their level of suckitude until I’m half in love with them.
I think my younger self would love to see that her struggles helped me get to where I am today.