With social distancing and this so called quarantine going on, having face to face therapy isn’t happening. I don’t like it.
I still have my therapy appointments but they are video chats online or over the phone. Not the same, better than nothing, but I still don’t like it.
Maybe the way I feel about it is wrong but I’m a firm believer that the way someone feels about something is always right for them. It doesn’t matter what anyone else feels about the same thing. How you feel about it is how you feel about it.
Whenever someone asks me for my opinion or how I feel about something, I always forewarn them that I won’t sugar coat it or lie about it. I’ll tell you what I think.
Taking the guesswork out of life and not caring what other people think isn’t as easy as it sounds. But, I’ve found that since other people’s opinions mean diddly squat to me, I don’t care what they think about me, what they think about what I say or do, life has gotten much better and easier.
We talked about how open I am with my disorder. She told me that most people aren’t because of what other people think. That 80% of people with PTSD don’t get treated for it. With what happened to me a couple of years ago, I can’t imagine going through life in that prison of fear. It saddens me to even think that there are people out there living in a hell that they can’t control because they care more about what other people will think.
Yes, we need people in our lives. We need that connection to others but we don’t have to allow other people’s opinions to take priority over how we feel. Learn to agree to disagree and still love each other and you’ll be surprised at what life turns into. Don’t dwell. Just love.
That’s all for today. I’ll “see” you tomorrow with more rambles from my bat shit crazy mind. 🤪