“Dear HSP, Depressed, and Sensitive

Dear HSP, Depressed and “Sensitive”,

We all deserve to be Happy.

Personal-growth, happy experiences and emotional health, matter.

Therefore, I’m going to make 2018 a better year. By not wasting any more time being endlessly patient, or to continue tolerating others who practically “glorify sickness”, or broken-ness, or Autism, or Depression or introversion, or “sensitivity”.

I WAS THERE, when you were hurting. I WAS THERE when you needed Understanding! I WAS THERE when you needed someone to listen. And I did. For far too long.
And you never got better.
After all this time, you’re as miserable and struggling as ever and it has now become a matter of my own self-preservation!

I can’t take anymore. Life is passing *me* by, and I was still patient with you! But you’ve exhausted me.

Since Love is a mutual thing, even among friends, I’m leaving.      To make my own better times. While I still can. Before I’m too old.

I owe this to myself. We all do. Without guilt. They say: “Life is too short” and dealing with all of this is the proof! But no more. My personal happiness has been denied too long and “caring” has sucked me dry. Meanwhile, as the months, and even years went by, LIFE has been passing me by. It isn’t right. It isn’t Healthy! Sometimes I feel like you are hiding behind “being sensitive” as an excuse to have folks be extra-nice to you as you make practically zero efforts to improve anything. What *are* you doing? How “caring” are you?

So, I hope you find a good therapist. And good medication from a Doctor if you need it. Or a different & better medication from your doctor if your current one isn’t working. I’m done with waiting for better times, someday.

I can’t wait another year for you to get better.
I *had* patience, lots of it, already. But you have to *want* to get better! Do you? What steps are you taking right now to become happier? To have less stress? To smile and laugh more. To be more confident. To be less rattled.
I can’t fix you. And a healthy person wouldn’t want me trying to “fix” them.

Broken people don’t make healthy couples!  So, work on yourself.
The Sun is out. The air is fresh. And there’s a world of Happy, yes happy, experiences and people out there. It’s high-time I enjoyed them!  Starting now. So I’m moving on and doing that!  This is nothing for me to apologize for or feel guilty about.
I do not mean any harm. I wish you well. I hope you find happiness, but it can no longer be with me. I was there for you, for too long. Hiding behind “being sensitive” is no excuse for your continued lack of action. Go get some professional help.

#Self-Preservation #Happiness #Survival #HSP #Depression #Relationships

Book: Self-Creation by Dr. George Weinberg

Self-Creation by Dr. George Weinberg. This is one of the top 5 best self-help books I’ve ever read!

Not another ultra-positive “fluff” book.  Insightful. Believable. Useful.  Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble Books should be able to get it for you. A great book that applies to real-life everyday situations.

https://www.amazon.com/Self-Creation-George-Weinberg/dp/0380435217/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511301221&sr=1-7

#Books #Psychology #SelfHelp #Depression #PersonalGrowth #Adulting

Living an Adult Life Should Still Have Joy

In my opinion, the sad part of being an Adult is that too often people behave as if they believe that Adulthood means they have to go through Life much more serious about everything.

Responsibility is a good thing and part of being a good adult. But they don’t have to become a Workaholic, or join committees, or put in too much overtime, and then pride themself on how “motivated” they are but–have no life outside of their career!
Nearly “All drudgery, all the time!”
All in the name of being responsible.
But not much Joy.
It’s interesting. You ask them “what’s goin’ on?” and it’s nearly always about how they are so “busy” running lots of errands and going to the bank, paying their phone bill, their heat bill, seeing the dentist, mowing their lawn, giving their car a tune up, etc.

OK, so they have it together. That’s good. We should get those things done.
The bad and sad part is: That’s it!
With far too few exceptions. Where is the Fun?
—and it is much, much too rare that you see, or hear, them talk about any funny movie they saw, or any beach-trip they took, or a new restaurant they ate in, or a new book they read, or that they went bowling or played pool, Rode a bike, hiked a trail, had a picnic or spent 2 hrs. in the Mall for fun?
Nope. 100 excuses.
They are just “too busy”. Or,
It costs too much (it doesn’t), it’s too far to go (it really isn’t) , or they’re just “not into that” (but they used to like it). And I don’t just mean partying.
Even seeing a movie in a theatre doesn’t happen anywhere near like it used to. Maybe later this summer. If they “have time”. Busyness and “getting my stuff done” has become almost like a new drug, (or at least a boring rut).

They don’t see it that way at all.
After all, there’s work to be done. (Only? They will say no but what else do they do?)
That’s their right and they are not here to live up to what I think is best. After all, it’s their life.

But I notice:
A) Their Life is losing it’s former variety, and becoming quite a bit more repetitive.
B) While becoming more Adult, their increased “maturity” has caused them to have less of a sense of humor. They get embaressed more easily. (God only knows why). I’m not talking about anything wild or outrageous or glaring, but just too on guard in public about what anyone might see or hear and too worried about it. But most people don’t care. They probably won’t even notice. But the alertness and concern persists.
C) For some reason, Etiquette sometimes becomes a game of: they were more polite or considerate than you were. Example: you went out to eat and you left a tip. But they had to leave a bigger one.

One more thing: I have sometimes joked that if I live to be 85, I’ll be wild and shake my Tush like Elvis. Most people laugh when they hear that. And admire that spirit of being playful even in old age.
But then, isn’t it sad when as Adults, we don’t “let our hair down” at 50 yrs. old even if it’s 2 notches down from that? All in the name of “maturity”, but where’s the Joy?

#20-Somethings #Adulthood #Growth #PersonalGrowth #Happiness #Life #Career #Teens #Goals #Psychology #SelfImage