I'm a "pathetic cunt". I'm a "lazy piece of shit". It's always "all my fault". You can't "deal with me when I'm like this". All I ever do is either try to explain myself, help you, and then, inevitably, cry. I cry, because I'm scared. I'm nothing. I'm a loser. I'm defeated. I'm worthless. That result is of your making, not mine. I can't ever say I've done anything wrong because of how I am nowadays.
How a child plays shows their strengths and abilities in creativity and social skills. It encourages them to think for themselves, and to be their own person. One can learn a lot from watching a child play.
Sometimes grief makes me feellike I’m losing my mind. Like my brain has been hijacked. No, really. A few weeks ago, I read the beginning of a sentence over and over again about twenty or thirty times. It took me almost that long to figure out why my brain couldn’t makes sense of it. Then– […]