We’re told that everything happens for a reason. But really, what good could possibly lie in those everyday irritating instances such as having to rummage through your bag once again to find the train ticket, which – of course – has hidden in the last folded corner of the bag?
So, here we are having understood that expecting other people to make us happy doesn’t work. That we are the ones responsible for our own happiness. And what do we do? We beat ourselves up for not making ourselves happy. Raise your hand if that’s what you do.
Last night something happened.
I’m scared.
My mind runs its movie.
They say the best way to avoid your own tantrum is to count to ten.
It’s never worked for me.
We have been raised and conditioned to believe that we need to heal to be ok. That we have to undergo therapy. That we have to overcome this or that or the other. That we have to work hard. That only time heals all wounds (how much time? They never say). That we have to wait For our parents to recognize us. For our children to forgive us. For our man to love us. For our friends to support us.…