I may not like myself much, but I’m stuck with it. So here’s the challenge: to learn to live with it.
Today in counselling, we were discussing what I hate about myself so much, and the answer it seems is a few things, not just one. For example, I hate how I come across to others: [...]
Posts Tagged ‘myself’
Learning to live with what I’ve got
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged appearance, counselling, myself on September 23, 2009 | 2 Comments »
The well worn path
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged depression, home, manchester, myself, NYE, suicide, university on December 29, 2008 | 8 Comments »
I’ve been here before. My feet drag along the path I’ve walked before, not once, not twice but many more times than that. The path to hell, the unpredictable one, the unsafe one; the one that is the same every single bloody time I go down it. I know how it starts, I know how [...]
I am who I am
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged citalopram, home, myself on December 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I am who I am.
I am the daughter who shouts loudest, laughs loudest, is totally unrestrained and is always jumping around. It doesn’t matter who, why when or what, chez moi I’m always jumping and shouting. This morning I realised I don’t think I’ve ever heard my sister shout or jump around in the house; [...]
