Bless Your Eyes And May Your Days Be Long

A few years ago, when I was in the thick of a never-ending downward spiral that was tied to my poor health and unemployment, I felt like I was being punished for something, and I hated the world and myself. As I began to climb out of the abyss I kept wondering what the hell was all that struggle and strife for? WHY ME?

I think I know why now, after letting a friend vent about the same feelings of low self-worth I was mired in not too long ago. I understood everything they said they were feeling because I was once there, too. And while they kept apologizing for burdening me with their bad thoughts and feelings, I just kept reminding them: "You're not scaring me. I've been where you are. Here's what is happening and here's a suggestion for finding your way out."

It felt good to let someone know they weren't alone, they weren't worthless and that somewhere in Brooklyn a Jaded NYer cares about their well-being.

I can only hope it made a difference. I can only hope I made a difference.

Vexation of spirit is a waste of time

Negative thinking, don't you waste your thoughts

Verbal conflict is a waste of word

Physical conflict is a waste of flesh

*smooches...donning my therapist hat for a good cause*
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maybe this post will help one of you, too.