As I was cleaning out one of my messenger bags to go get some groceries yesterday, I ran a across an old and very battered copy of my marriage license. I have never seen a piece of paper that represented so much hope and so much pain and failure. It is like getting an ‘F” in Life. I still couldn’t bring myself to throw out this tattered, falling apart water damaged piece of paper.
It started off really well, we many things are wont to do. And, then it began to go horribly wrong, This piece of paper represents that.
A Bipolar Journey Through The Rabbit Hole 
I’m sorry. Maybe you should make a strong effort to throw it out.
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That’s the plan. I already sold my ring….
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It is just an inanimate object. It cannot cause you pain in and of itself; it only makes you aware of your unresolved pain. It is this that you must learn to conquer, which you will have done when such objects have no effect upon you.
What was it that the Dalai Lama is supposed to have said? Some to the effect of: If I am depressed, I live in the past; if I have anxiety, I live in the future. I therefore live in the present.
Wishing you the best for 2014.
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I threw it away. Just like I sold my ring, and threw out all the cards he had given me. I just hadn’t found this little gem yet.
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<3. Live in the present, and learn to love, especially yourself (in a non-narcissistic way, of course).
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I do not think I could be a narcissist if I tried. I am too empathetic. 🙂
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That would be my take.
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Yeah, the docs tried to label me with it when I was 16. What 16 isn’t narcissistic?
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Not many.
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Exactly. Some docs will give any diagnosis just to bill the insurance……
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You don’t say! *sounds scandalized, while silently agreeing*
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ROFLMAO 🙂 Gotta love the HMO’s….
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