quietgirl2538 wrote:I'll share mine: "There’s an Asian expression that ‘a burden shared is halved.’"
Love it, thanks for sharing.
I agree, although I felt for decades that if I shared some personal things or some sad things like *my dads alcoholic and hit my mom or so she says, my mom sick since she was born and angry at the world at times: The burden would be way too high, even 20% of it. And people usually don't want to hear that stuff, then they give you a look of "Gee, misery little man, stay away from me, only want to talk about my problems or funny things"
So that it takes me years to open up in real life.
Even to my docs for 2 years I had trouble opening up for the same reasons.
+ the fact that as a man you have to be strong. And that by ignoring this I could prove the world that despite a bunch of $#%^ that happened to me, Im still better off than kids in Syria or in Somalia, and can achieve and deliver, not live from social assistance like some family members. Thats also what people tell you. You feel depressed and sorry ? you whining little girl, go to a funny movie and get you $#%^ together lazy bum. And you know what ? its something I never expressed to my mom of course, but deep in me there ws a little voice wanting to tell her that. I had no f* clue until 2 years ago.
Anyhow.
Im starting to learn better; and even start to play with it a little, to see what friends or family will "stick around" even in troubled waters. Still have the belief that I should load them (especially my sister whos the only healthy one in the fam).
About my boss and the mood: thansk for asking: sad, angry, exhilarated because I told him what I think by staying calm but not bowing the head like a puppy; wanting to get him fired because I know thats what he deserves, wanting to resign, afraid to slap him in the face when I see him today; knowing that if I resign I do him a favor (perhaps not? since hes so worried about his image at the company). Feel guilty that I stood up to him for the first time in 5 years, yet proud. Feeling guilty because his wife is sick (cancer), but hell no dirsrespect, she has brest cancer and was diagnosed early. But $#%^, Ive been in the hospital 4 months, tied to a bed 2 nights etc... not him. So mixed mood yeah.
But I listen to your Enya song(s) and it soothes my heart.
And I saw 1 doc yesterday, see 1 tomorrow. Ill tell him to cut on the ADs or increase Lorazepam or whatever or strt some mood stabilizer (Latragine?), she gotta do some.
Anyway its been a sweet and soothing night, and it will be a good day Im sure despite the sad weather. Received more books + some relaxing chair with a drink holder. Loving it.
^^ Sorry off topic again ? I need to learn