Since someone wanted to hear it, here it is.
Today my therapist told me that life isn’t about being happy, but it’s about being content.
Today my therapist told me that I should lose weight.
Today my therapist told me to do my makeup and make my hair look nice.
Today my therapist told me that I wasn’t trying hard enough.
But all I heard her say was that it was time to stop trying.
It’s bad, I know. I’m basically bad at everything so no surprise here.
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Atleast it isn’t me who would try to relate to your situation, offer the favour to be my accompany and to make clean secrets and proposing to make a good deal…
These words you wrote aren’t stupid or dumb. Thanks for posting your poem. I’ll agree with your therapist on one thing at least – life isn’t about being happy. Happy comes, happy goes. Sadness, anger, despair, depression, exhilaration, likewise. They are all temporary.
If I could choose one state of mind to live in, it would be contentment. Contentment means finding a way to balance all the good with all the bad, and realizing none of it is permanent. It’s an elusive little critter.
But you didn’t ask my opinion, I’m just one of those people who can’t always keep my yap shut. 🙂
Thanks for posting this, if it was difficult to post it, I’m sorry I asked you to, but I did enjoy it. Hang in there.
Your therapist maybe should be a bit less demanding 🙁