Why do you want to start caring again?

Keywords: Addiction, Depression, Grief, Healing, Spirituality

I saw your resignation—your “I don’t need anything or anyone” energy evaporate, and I saw all those folks who are in your intimate orbit stunned by the miracle of you, and overjoyed at having the chance to get to know the you they never met.

https://dearliz.net/2020/05/19/how-do-i-start-caring-again

Nobody Cares About You? GOOD!

be your own boss , motivation , real talk

MAJOR MARVIN

I was not popular in school, and I was definitely not a ladies’ man. And I had a very painful adolescence, because it was all very strange to me. It wasn’t like I got beat up, but the humiliation and isolation, and the existential ‘God, I exist, and nobody cares’ of being a teenager were extremely pronounced for me.

Joss Whedon

There’s a magic trick I’ve recently picked up and it has proven successful in killing completely my desire to chase girls. Whenever I see a girl I’m attracted to and the desire to get her comes, I remember the times I’ve failed with all the girls I’ve had a crush on and it snaps me back to reality.

In other words I have quit the game on chasing women and focused more on improving myself. Chasing women will only chase them right out of one’s life. Men who are…

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Other People’s Feelings Are NOT Your Responsibility.

Career, Family, Lifestyle

I am always reading. I typically read a few books at a time, usually three to four, all about different topics and one of the ones that I’m reading right now is Girl, Stop Apologizing by Rachel Hollis. I read this excerpt and it just hit me so hard that I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

I was raised with a voice of authority that was male. My daddy is a strong and very forceful personality, and he demanded total obedience. I learned to live in hope of his approval and terrified of his displeasure. Then I met my husband when I was nineteen years old, and though he is a very different kind of man, I can recognize in retrospect that I transferred my feelings about my father to my husband. I was utterly codependent. I lived every day to please him and make him happy, and if…

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