Control is a weapon you use to win your war on reality. Like perfectionism and absolute autonomy, it exists only in fiction. You might find comfort in blaming others for your problems, as it gives you a warm, self-righteous feeling.
You will use up everything you’ve got, trying to give everyone what they want. What’s the point of that sort of life? Anyone who has struggled to be free knows how much it costs.
There’s a godless soundtrack repeating in your consciousness that generates your reality. It’s scratched. And it skips. But it’s been years since you noticed. You know its self-defeating lyrics like you know your social security number.
The enemy of enduring change is the quick and dirty fix. Slow change, decision by decision, is the only change that lasts. It’s an odyssey spanning the Pacific in a patched row boat.
The family unit is the treatment center. Relationships are the vehicle for healing. They come before the individuals, schedules, and appearances. A felt safety is the foundation for everything. To build trust, you have to be honest about your emotions.
It seems that no one is fine. Take the time to peel a few layers, and you will find true sadness. Victims of cycles, victims of life, victims of wrong, victims of right, victims of anything, and all the above, victims of hate, victims of love.
