Look, I know you think the fact you feel upset or angry or anxious is important. That it matters. Hell, you probably think that because you feel like your face just got shat on makes you important. But it doesn’t. Feelings are just these… things that happen. The meaning we build around them–what we decide is important or unimportant–comes later.
https://markmanson.net/fuck-your-feelings
mental health , 12 steps , recovery , drug addiction , powerlessness , surrender
Over the last few months I have learned quite a bit more about the people around me. I’ve always considered myself an empathetic person. And I’ve been pretty outspoken that I think empathy is something everyone should possess. The sad truth is, so many people do not have the ability to put themselves into someone else’s headspace.
This year I finally feel like I’m surrounded by the right people. And in every conversation I have, I try to take the inspiring and truthful tid bits and apply what might help parts of my life.
Something someone said that has stuck in my head is that we need to allow people to go through their own seasons. We can only control ourselves. We cannot control what other people think or do.
All we can do is what we think is right, and what we know feels right for ourselves. Now, the…
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adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery, selfcare
Hey everyone,
So it’s been a week of tears, tears and a few more tears! It has been a great example of you can be having a good week but still with a lot of shit going on. If this was a few months ago I would have reacted very differently, as I would have just given up and fucked up the good things going on as well. Instead, I cried when I needed to, dusted myself off and carried on because of the bad shit of is not worth more than the good.
That’s the thing when bad shit happens during a good week, it is so easy to just focus on that and let the good shit crumble away. The thing is to remember is that any good week will give some bad points too. It is so easy to get sucked into that dark place but not…
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They arrive one by one as we stand there watching, thoughts are running through my mind, who are these people i ask myself?
They have nice suits on, they aren’t my type of people. I don’t like suits I find them to put value on something that isn’t of value. I’m speaking about the characteristics of the individual that wears it. Not fond of them, these people they aren’t my type of people.
Then I realise what is my type of people? Who do I attract and who am I attracted too? The broken? The ones that have lived, and by lived I mean those who’ve had their hearts broken. Emotionally crushed and physically destroyed just to feel different? Who would I attract and who am I that would be attracted to another?
I hear a man call the private venue to a halt, he begins to give a…
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anxiety, blogging101, diabetes, inthenews, news, scotland, travellingsolo
In the past I wrote an journal, which was basically the notes app on my mobile phone. It let me vent but also resulted in questions I couldn’t answer.
I live with anxiety and type 1 diabetes so with this blog I hope to shed some light on how that experience goes. And hopefully connect with others who might relate to some of my topics. Maybe even present my unanswered questions and start some debate.
My topics may include details about how to deal with being unemployed to lowering the degree of frustration with people who walk very slow. And from learning to dance with people, to travelling solo on buses, trains and aeroplanes. It’s all really a mixed bag.
something I often hear, the fact that we owe everything to our parents. Well, I tend to disagree. We didn’t choose to be born, we didn’t choose if we wanted to be born. They did. Our parents wanted children for their desire, for them. It is true that, as children, we need food, clothes, a roof, money for our studies. And they did everything to give us that.
https://merirosvo.home.blog/2019/10/16/we-owe-nothing-to-our-parents
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