The next day, I was back there again. The stink was still there but was much bearable. I still had trouble eating. Fast forward to a few days later of spending everyday in Kliptown, the sewage seemed not to smell that bad anymore.
adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery, selfcare
Lately, I have been thinking about that funny old thing we call life and all the fun stuff that comes with it. You know what I mean, the heartache, the love, the pain, the laughter, the memories and all the bits in between.
I have been thinking about how introverted I have become and the effect that has had on my life and this is what I wrote:
I drown myself in words and pencils, drawing and writing about my emotions in the hope I don’t have to feel them anymore. I say fuck you to the world around for not accepting me at the same time knowing I have struggled to accept myself also. I am so embedded in my shell, where it is comfortable but lonely as there is only room for one.
Over time the layers have slowly become undone. The layers of shame, anger…
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advice , goals , happiness , psychology , psychotherapy
One of the most common goals people express is their desire to be happy.
As Americans, our Declaration of Independence speaks to our right to the “pursuit of happiness” ie our RIGHT to chase whatever our subjective happiness may be. We have a right to PURSUE happiness but obtaining it is not a given.
As a culture, we spend boatloads of money trying to figure out what EXACTLY personal happiness means to us. For Americans, happiness is almost an OBSESSION. The desire for it is woven into the fabric of our culture but in other parts of the world happiness is held in less esteem.
Often people turn to counseling with the objective “to be happier” at the end of the treatment process. Many of us search for happiness like the holy grail.
But happiness as a goal is not desired by all. The truth is not everyone wants to…
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