It’s days like these when every failure seems amplified. When new disappointments spur old hurts and old hurts seem to last forever. It’s in this darkness that I feel the most vulnerable; even childlike. Because I know I am supposed to be able to reach down and find gratitude, I instinctively pull in the other direction. Instead I want solitude. I want to stomp my feet like a four-year old and have a temper tantrum. I want to scream a raging scream and ugly cry until I feel s
There. I said it. This barrage of uplifting and positive memes has overtaken social media. There are a few that offer good advice, or make someone smile, but in reality, you are not contributing to the mental well-being of the people who follow you. Some of your friends are dealing with issues that are very serious, albeit from their perspective. Let them go through what they need to go through to get to the other side of where they want and need to be FOR THEM. Not for you.