What today’s insight has granted me is the knowledge that if you don’t check in on yourself, you’ll lose touch with yourself. You’ll become unfamiliar with each other, and it feels very strange. I honestly think this is what it means to feel out of sorts.
We don’t like feeling like we can just force ourselves to adopt values. For me to want to be compassionate, to want to manifest in a particular way, a way that is kind and free of judgement or bitterness, is not what feeds the ego.
We’re there for every day of our lives, but they all smudge into this one long trail of ideas and feelings and memories, and we just have this general sense of ‘being’ somewhere in the middle of it all.
I’ve been on mirtazapine for a couple of months now, and it’s been interesting.
Somewhere along the way, the meaning changed. My name became synonymous with mockery, to the point where hearing it actually hurt.
Here’s something you might not want to hear: nobody owes your their response.