To die.. or not to die... is a thought some of us may have every now and then. There's beauty to living - being able to enjoy relationships, laughter, doing things you're passionate about, but there's also a pain to living - financial constraints, broken relationships, being manipulated by corporate evils and so on.
What really frustrates me, is that my heart is burdened by the pain of others. I get so depressed thinking about my friends or people I meet who are crippled with suicide, anxiety and other mental or health related problems.
I'm wondering why God put this on my heart for I too struggle with my own thoughts and emotions, and being in this field is essentially just running around in circles. To resolve someone's problems as a therapist is a myth. People are the drivers of their own actions, and while perhaps as a therapist I can help them see that to incite change, but to even tell someone that life is worth living is almost hypocritical.
I sometimes — or often — wonder what life would be like if I didn't have any awareness of my own psyche. If I was consistently depressed and just did whatever my emotions led me to do, rather than be conscious of the consequences and psych myself out of it to feel better. Some of my friends who either study psychology or are therapists themselves have it worse than me. They aren't contented with life, they're struggling, but perhaps it's liberating in a way to just screw the textbooks and expectations to just be human.
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Broken but not Destroyed
Short StoryDo you feel like the whole world is against you? Feeling as though life is such a damn pain and sometimes you just wanna bang your head on a wall or possibly just disappear? if you do, guess we're in the same boat. these are my inner thoughts abou...
