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How many times have I pointed my nose to the sky and asked, "Why?" Why wasn’t life easier for me? Why wasn’t I given the chance to have a full and happy life? Surely life would have been a lot easier had I been loved from my beginning? Why did I have to go through years of therapy just to put one foot in front of the other?

To me, there is no great master plan for life. It is because it is, and I am no different than any other creature struggling in it.

Life is a slow therapy.

Comes the day when we do start to believe in what another can see in us. They always saw beyond the pain, believed in who we were, and walked that extra mile with us so we could land on our own two feet.

To thine own self be true.
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