How mentally tough are you?

I understand that the root of suffering is attachment. I think at first a lot of people misinterpret that meaning. I believe they think you suffer because you are attached, therefore they assume you should detach from your emotions and people

I think it means we are all connected and the suffering is the idea that there is an attachment meaning there can also be a disconnection. When the truth is it is all connected and we are never disconnected at any given time


There is no such thing as a future or past. There are references to points in present. Therefore I am not attached to my experiences or even my perspective I have gained through experiences. I am an observer and all I can do is accept the things that cannot be changed and strive for a better idea for the future which is right here and now

I’m pretty tough. Matters of the heart make me weak. Like arguments or when you feel like your losing someone or yourself. But I put on a face that makes me look like I’m okay. So it’s pretty rare for the outside world to know I’m struggling

I honestly don't really know.
Just very chill about everything.
Have been asked if I was on anything despite being completely sober.

I've saved my own life and I've been psychotic. I've dealt with the million tiny deaths of social anxiety, plumbed the bottom of a bottle looking for its end, lifted others out of hell after going in after them and work to maintain some kind of calm in the storm through practice, ritual, patience and principles every single day.

Like my body, I want to be able to say on the final day that I used them for all they were worth and have the scars to tell the stories.

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Idk. I think years of breaking habituated me to my surroundings. And just tasting the cost of staying down and static in life left me with no other choice than to grow a thicker skin and drag my butt through life.

That being said, there's still some stuff I know I still can't can't can't can't face if it happens again.

I don't whine, I don't bich, I don't let my heart out to anyone, I let my brain cells to fry and figure things out on their own.

Welcome to the salty spittoon How tough are ya

I bully myself so I don’t become a lil b.

After things I've been through it's all I know

I'm not smart enough to give up.

Im not

When i stared death in the face it put everything else into perspective for me.