Counting Blessings

And what is with all this positivity shit anyways? The sun does not always shine for me. In fact it hardly shines for me. Now if you tell me to count my blessings while I'm sitting in a septic tank, it just gets deeper IT DOES NOT HELP PEOPLE!!!

I can tell you what does though, don’t worry.

Validate me, my pain, my sorrow. When I’m triggered, that’s all you gotta do. It won’t get me out, but I won’t go any deeper.

Sometimes I really want to give it to someone when they tell me how fortunate I am. I want them to step into my shoes for a few minutes, then tell me again to count my blessings.

Please don’t get me wrong, I count them every day. I know exactly what I am blessed with. But it does not change the fact that I am mentally ill. That there are countless blessings in my life just doesn’t make me feel any better about myself in the moment. It’s numb.

Remember next tine you are trying to console someone do NOT say:

“Just think of all the good things you have.,.”

Instead say something like,

“That must be very painful, I’m sorry you are experiencing this…”

It can make all the difference in the world.

Just so you know these are my housekeeping skills right now, Yes that is a batch of green onions growing out of an old yellow onion. And I just leave it there,,,