When living with a mental illness, you feel scared and alone. You might have the best support system around you but you still feel like there is no one. It feels like nobody understands what is going through your mind and you are living in this dark scary world. You end up pushing away your family and friends. You become selfish and you don't care how you treat other people and how your actions affect them.
The term "pet parenting" has been on the rise for the past few years. But what does it mean to be a "pet parent" -- beyond occasionally having the urge to put your pug in a Baby Bjorn? It is obvious that all pet owners show some level of attachment to their animal companions but could being a "pet parent" also mean that you truly love your dog, perhaps even as much as you might love your child?
Guilt and regret are the ugly Hyde to the Jekyll of sobriety, even years in. With new awareness, we relive past experiences---or in many cases bemoan what might have been. Pain and sorrow previously numbed by a drug or drink of choice is glaringly present, and strikes unpredictably---in the midst of a family gathering; alone, late at night; smack in the middle of an important work presentation, or during a particularly deep yoga class.
Get rid of your destructive internal dialogue. You wouldn't let your best friend or child talk badly about their body and self-worth; why is it okay for you to berate yourself? Obviously be honest. Don't tell yourself you are making healthy choices if you're not, but don't metaphorically flog yourself with unproductive self-hate.
Can I ask you a personal question? Are you settling? In your love life, are you settling for something that is okay rather than striving for something that is extraordinary? Have you ever, in the stillness of a date night or on the morning of New Year's day gotten a glimpse of the truth? The truth that maybe you don't love him the way he deserves to be loved, that he doesn't love you the way you deserve to be loved?
I often remember hearing family and friends suggesting that someday you will find the one and you will just know. I usually dismissed their suggestions and thought that the chance of love was unlikely. This past year I have found and am now engaged to my beloved so the journey of engagement is something I am facing at now.
Food and shelter: that's what the canine gets in return for the love and companionship they bestow upon their humans, right? Food in their dish, a cozy place to sleep, and for that they'll spend their relatively short life spans waiting at our feet to give us the cuddles and unconditional affection we so need. Or so we thought.
Last week, Canadians came together to celebrate their country's 149th birthday. This week, South Sudan marks five years as an independent nation. Yet for many there is little to celebrate. For half of its brief life, the world's youngest nation has been ripped apart by war, leaving tens of thousands dead.
Love is doing acts of service and kindness. That goodness, compassion, generosity of spirit is a kind of light. And the more light we share on this planet with one another the more darkness is diminished.... We love by showing compassion, tolerance and acceptance as we strive for peaceful co-existence with one another.
Kindness matters, I know this, I coach this, I speak about the power of kindness, and yet -- in my primary relationship (you know, that relationship with my husband), being kind seems to be in a wrestling match with being right. Being right just feels so good. It is a lustful emotion, an instinctual one, a need that can be sort of addiction.
I'm a happily married Tamil man sharing my insights in terms of where I think Tamil singles will have the most luck with meeting other Tamil singles. This list was a result of recent discussions I've had with single friends. By discussion, I mean more of a debate with me trying to get them to think beyond the standard club or bar/lounge.
No matter how independent, self-reliant, and strong we are, sometimes there's a part of us that wants to self-destruct. Usually, after a traumatic experience, when we feel especially vulnerable, scared, and alone. And after the devastating breakup with my fiancé and boyfriend/best friend of nine years, I self-destructed in a big way.