Mindset is contagious
Spend time around those who bring you positivity and notice how good you feel.
Spend time around a depressed or bitter person and notice how quickly they crush your soul.
People who talk down to you, people who troll your page, people who have to be right. They are not good for your mental health.
People who spend their time moaning, really aren't good for you.
I will say that's me included. I moan all the time, but whilst I moan I try to find ways to resolve a situation.
Personally I have to focus on that.
But the most crushing of them all are the people who claim they want to elevate their mindset and spend their time trying to tear you down.
There are no rights and wrongs (once you stay on the right side of the law) in life, but there are differences in opinions. Some we can get on board with, others we cannot.
But that's OK.
Respect goes a long way. And that includes accepting that others can have a difference in opinion and mindset.
I have watched my mum suffer crippling depression for years, I as her child have constantly been there supporting and helping her. At times cleaning and tidying up after her, because she couldn't.
When I was becoming a young adult I decided I had had enough I moved out to embark on my own life, I started to talk to people. Mostly because they couldn't understand my lack of confidence.
They started to dig into my childhood and the problem always fell on my parents but mostly my mother.
I'm not entirely sure if she does it on purpose or as some have said she sounds like a [insert psychology term]
I really couldn't care less.
As I've explained to many here I had friends, I was really popular after leaving a group of nasty people pretending to be friends.
But her fear of being alone always meant that I couldn't keep friends of my own.
She places herself routinely as judge and juror.
I'm now 30 years old I don't have friends, I don't have a partner, no kids and I have no excuse to explain away why my life is so crap when people ask or suspect something's weird about me.
Other than every time I decided to drop my mother and make a life for myself other people have asked why I don't have a relationship with her, they see me as being selfish and mean and take it upon themselves to attempt to convince me I should look out for her and before long I'm back to square one. Feeling bitter and just down.
The change is so souring they start to disappear and I usually call it out or I leave to avoid further pain.
I realise that it's not because they care but it's because they dislike me.
Noone would encourage you to return to pain, especially when they know it hurts you so badly.
It's not my responsibility to fix my mum and its not fair that role keeps being placed on my shoulders.
In life we all have choices and she chooses to stay the same.
And any attempts made to help her she attacks me, claims I'm nasty, interfering and trying to control her etc, you can't help those who refuse to help themselves.
Let me live and be my own person.
Stay positive and mind your own business, light follows those who give light.
Spend time around a depressed or bitter person and notice how quickly they crush your soul.
People who talk down to you, people who troll your page, people who have to be right. They are not good for your mental health.
People who spend their time moaning, really aren't good for you.
I will say that's me included. I moan all the time, but whilst I moan I try to find ways to resolve a situation.
Personally I have to focus on that.
But the most crushing of them all are the people who claim they want to elevate their mindset and spend their time trying to tear you down.
There are no rights and wrongs (once you stay on the right side of the law) in life, but there are differences in opinions. Some we can get on board with, others we cannot.
But that's OK.
Respect goes a long way. And that includes accepting that others can have a difference in opinion and mindset.
I have watched my mum suffer crippling depression for years, I as her child have constantly been there supporting and helping her. At times cleaning and tidying up after her, because she couldn't.
When I was becoming a young adult I decided I had had enough I moved out to embark on my own life, I started to talk to people. Mostly because they couldn't understand my lack of confidence.
They started to dig into my childhood and the problem always fell on my parents but mostly my mother.
I'm not entirely sure if she does it on purpose or as some have said she sounds like a [insert psychology term]
I really couldn't care less.
As I've explained to many here I had friends, I was really popular after leaving a group of nasty people pretending to be friends.
But her fear of being alone always meant that I couldn't keep friends of my own.
She places herself routinely as judge and juror.
I'm now 30 years old I don't have friends, I don't have a partner, no kids and I have no excuse to explain away why my life is so crap when people ask or suspect something's weird about me.
Other than every time I decided to drop my mother and make a life for myself other people have asked why I don't have a relationship with her, they see me as being selfish and mean and take it upon themselves to attempt to convince me I should look out for her and before long I'm back to square one. Feeling bitter and just down.
The change is so souring they start to disappear and I usually call it out or I leave to avoid further pain.
I realise that it's not because they care but it's because they dislike me.
Noone would encourage you to return to pain, especially when they know it hurts you so badly.
It's not my responsibility to fix my mum and its not fair that role keeps being placed on my shoulders.
In life we all have choices and she chooses to stay the same.
And any attempts made to help her she attacks me, claims I'm nasty, interfering and trying to control her etc, you can't help those who refuse to help themselves.
Let me live and be my own person.
Stay positive and mind your own business, light follows those who give light.
31-35, F
