Protect your children’s’ egos. Support them, praise them, and remember to let them know how proud you are of them. For the rest of your life, they will either carry your pride with them, or remember they have no right to be proud.
For the past week or so, I’ve felt like I’ve been missing that charge as well. I’ve lost my momentum that I had just last week. I used to be a week ahead on these blog posts, but this is being written just about five hours before it will be scheduled to be published. I’ve stopped my daily logs from my online therapy programs, stopped exercising, stopped almost everything. Yes, this is depression. I just have a hard time motivating to actually do it.
Eating the buffalo, I suddenly, and unexpectedly, felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I went so far as to text my friend to ask if I really deserve all that I have gained.
I currently have no direction, no plans, and no idea what the future will bring. At this point, this is probably the last stretch of life standing between me and the grave, but I’m still viable
how he has been acting of late, it becomes all too clear that he is very hurt and struggling with his emotional pain right now.
I can’t help but wonder why I’m wired that doing nice things for others means so much, and not being able to do it hurts so much. Often, I can link things like this back to some form of childhood trauma or the other, but this one has me stumped.
Today marks the first Sunday after the first full moon after the first day of Spring. In other words, it’s Easter Sunday.
it gave me at least some structure to the week. I only taught twice a week in this most recent semester, but still, that defined the regular work week and created a segregation of sorts for the weekend. Now I don’t see a significant difference between the weekends and weekdays.
Here, I was the client, and I’m feeling guilty. So why am I so bothered by this?
“All you need is the love of one good woman.” Okay, I agree, but what happens to those of us who don’t have what we need?