Hope is painful and angering
Hauser
Registrant
It leads one to believe that recovery is a matter of choice. It leads one to believe that if he follows a set guideline of how to "recover", that it will happen because he had the "courage" to do it.
Well, I've displayed that "courage" and I've tried to do the right things to recover and I have nothing to show for all my efforts in the one year's time since I've "disclosed" and "talked about" what happened to me as a boy. ............................................................
You know what? I was just struck with a thought that I got from reading a reply to one of my previous posts.
I have no idea who I am. I have no idea what I should do. I have no idea what I'm good at. I have have no idea what makes me worthwhile. I have no clue what I should be doing with my life.
Everything I've tried to do to improve myself led me to failure, everytime, without exception. It's like synchronized clockwork; Try/fail try/fail try/fail try/fail.
When do I find purpose? When will I know what I was meant to do? I don't FEEL like I'm LOST because I've TRIED to plot my paths and make certain decisions to aim myself in the right direction. But reality states that I have failed in my life and in my society.
I'm the least qualified candidate to manage my life, anyone else would have done a better job.
Well, I've displayed that "courage" and I've tried to do the right things to recover and I have nothing to show for all my efforts in the one year's time since I've "disclosed" and "talked about" what happened to me as a boy. ............................................................
You know what? I was just struck with a thought that I got from reading a reply to one of my previous posts.
I have no idea who I am. I have no idea what I should do. I have no idea what I'm good at. I have have no idea what makes me worthwhile. I have no clue what I should be doing with my life.
Everything I've tried to do to improve myself led me to failure, everytime, without exception. It's like synchronized clockwork; Try/fail try/fail try/fail try/fail.
When do I find purpose? When will I know what I was meant to do? I don't FEEL like I'm LOST because I've TRIED to plot my paths and make certain decisions to aim myself in the right direction. But reality states that I have failed in my life and in my society.
I'm the least qualified candidate to manage my life, anyone else would have done a better job.