Tag: coping

You’ve been so fucked up by someone in your life that the minute someone comes along and tries to treat you the way you deserve because you’re a fucking decent human being, you back up and out those walls up like you’re trying to stop that Trojan horse from storm charging the city of your soul

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Starting again is a difficult time of your life. It’s hard to break out of cycles that you’ve always known. It’s hard to break habits of a lifetime and it’s hard to loose people you’ve believed would be in your life forever but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. Sometimes starting again, on your own or with someone new can be the most refreshing and exciting times. Learning the little things that matter to someone and even new things that you didn’t think you knew about yourself can be wonderful.

https://hashtag-mumlife.com/2020/03/16/dont-fuck-with-feelings

“The hardest thing in life isn’t getting what you want; It’s knowing what you want.”

Dear KB,

You said my last post made you go ‘Ooof.’

I have to say, you questioning whether we use dating apps as a way of coping with our feelings, made me go, ‘Oooof.’ Quickly followed by a ‘Mother fucking Ooof!’

Because, I know you’re right.

What I have become painfully aware of, however, is I try to use the apps as a way to cope with the alone-ness of being single, but it doesn’t actually work. And in fact, it actually turns a not that lonely me into a lonelier me.

So I came across this Tim Ferriss post the other day, where he suggests that instead of making New Year’s resolutions, you conduct a past year in review—a chance to reflect on what you did in 2019 that was positive and led to positive feelings, versus what you did that was negative or led to negative emotions.

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Am I evil?

Struggling with Schizoaffective Disorder

Is a question that I ask myself quite a bit. I don’t do evil things, at least I think so. Yet I still can’t squash the conflict in my head as to whether or I not I am. I’ve always tried to be an extremely introspective person, ever since I discovered the meaning of the word. Whether I am successful in that conquest is not something I believe I’m qualified to answer. The question of my designation more than likely resides in the fact that I can’t mind my own business, and the fact I can’t leave a question unanswered.

Most humans see themselves as the hero in their own story. It’s extremely difficult for a person to accept that something was a result of their own actions, showcased specifically in car accidents. Sure, it’s an insignificant situation. Sometimes though, car crashes can be fatal. Especially drunk driving. Most car…

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