It's midnight and I'm still ruminating and I have to be up in less than 8 hours to drive 7 hours home. Stupid brain. If there was a switch I could flip to turn of the ruminating I would be a much happier person
I love Calm apps visualizations for meditation.
I have not but will look at it. Always looking for new appsHave you tried Ginger? It's subscription- based but provided free by my HMO.
Eep! I hope you can get it fixed soon!
Deeeeeeep breaths. Count 4 in, hold for 7 counts, breathe out slow for 8 counts.Every new day has me frightened!
I'm glad the septic got dealt with. A staple?!?I found a staple in my mouth.
Yeah, definitely follow up. Your case worker can poke them.I'm getting frustrated, I was supposed to be working with group or company that was supposed to be helping with my job search, but it's been over a week since my meeting with my case worker and I haven't heard from them yet. I have another meeting with my case worker on Tuesday and I'm supposed to give him an update on how that's going, so I guess I'll see what he has to say if I don't hear from them tomorrow or Monday.
I would recommend the book Loving What Is by Byron Katie. She has developed a method called The Work in which four questions changes how you perceive problems. It's not the problem that causes our suffering; it's our thinking about the problem.Does anybody know how to practice forgiveness and self-acceptance when you're objectively a disgusting and horrible person? I keep whining about how horrible my life is, for no reason other than to garner sympathy from others for a quick dopamine fix (in fact, I'm doing it to you right now), then proceed to not lift a single finger to improve myself because it's too unconvenient and uncomfortable. I know myself well enough to know that even if I forgave myself, it wouldn't cause me to change my ways. I never did when others forgave me. I've squandered every single bit of goodwill I have ever received in my entire life, to the point where most of my friends have stopped offering me any emotional support because it makes them feel like I'm just outsourcing my emotional wellbeing to them (which is, ironically, the exact same thing my mother has been doing to me my entire life), and the most patient and helpful therapist who I've ever had the fortune to visit for three entire years flat-out refused to keep taking my money because she didn't want to keep watching me refuse any help and drive myself further into misery. I've been literally abusing myself emotionally and physically my entire life to the point of depriving myself of adequate sleep for almost two years now, how could I ever forgive myself for that? How could I ever accept being the kind of person who makes not only herself but everyone else around her miserable on purpose? If it were anyone else treating me this way, people would be well justified to say I'm in a toxic relationship and I need to escape from my abuser. But how could I ever do that when I myself am the abuser here?
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