I must have been a Buddhist in a past life.
I have spent the past 11 years fending off misconceptions that I must hate my life and that I must be angry or depressed about my son.
I have spent the past 11 years fending off misconceptions that I must hate my life and that I must be angry or depressed about my son.
(I got it! It came to me this morning. And it’s so very unCanadian.) I am not going to help you through your discomfort and make it all better. I can’t. And I don’t want to.
Sometimes I cheer people up. Not because I try to, but because sometimes people will compare their own stresses to what they assume are mine and will be drawn to ‘count their blessings’.