You’ve always been there. Treading the shallow waters of my consciousness. Never straying too far from land.
I can’t bring myself to delete them. It would be like admitting defeat. It would be like officially letting you go — and I’m not ready to do that yet.
Even when you’re texting, you are able to tell the tone someone is using. You can tell whether they are being silly or being serious. You can tell whether they are teasing you or whether they are actually pissed at you.
“I was basically the perfect candidate for DBT even though my actual diagnosis was only depression with a bit of an eating disorder. (I say “only” and “a bit” like this wasn’t absolutely ruining my life. I was going to die. LOL.)”
So fight it. A lot depends on whether you win the battle. Hopefully these books will help.
You’ve still got a hold on my heart.
Happiness isn’t an end point. It’s not like your vacation where you drive for what feels like years to finally get to the beach where you can kick back and drink all day long.
Reading is a form of training for living.
Reading is like eating, sex and meditation. The whole point is that it’s pleasurable and meaningful. It’s like listening to music. You’re not supposed to rush through it.
Sometimes there is no cheating and lying. Sometimes we just go our separate ways.