Tried to reply to Freya's home page article about obsessing on the past. Maybe the site renovation is preventing it from being posted, so I'll try here. This is what I wrote:
Thank you very much for sharing your knowledge and your heart, Freya. I can tell myself over and over again that I logically under stand dwelling on the past does no good. But I still find myself doing so. It revolves around two things: releasing the one person I probably truly loved the most in my life, and my obvious wrong choice in career path. As you said, I'm probably romanticizing the past and looking at it through rose-colored glasses. I'm also looking at it from an adult's point of view, rather than a naive teenager's. Still, I seemed to be less mature and realistic than my classmates, but I can't go into the reasons that may be so -- not right now. Of course, because of God d___ Facebook, I've seen how successful my classmates have become with careers and family. Yes, I know it didn't just fall into their lap. It's come from hard work and continual life struggles. But that's just it. It's my laziness and lack of assertiveness over 30 years that has left me at the edge of the rolling brook while others jumped in and have taken the challenge to keep their heads above water. Yes, I do dwell on this. I may use this as an excuse to not have to try hard. Whatever the case, I blew it and still won't try. That makes myself feel pointless, useless, and just want to end it now before I find myself this way at 60. I know I won't try in spite of the opportunities living in an advanced country, so what does therapy do? I deserve to be wiped off the face of the earth. It only takes one assertive action. Help.
Though as I now see what I wrote, I see I'm spending this off-day of mine doing nothing, staying in bed, because I tell myself "I'm depressed, and this is what depressed people do. What a way to give myself an out. People on the outside don't see this one (of many) devious sides to me. Just one moment where I can catch myself to do it... Plus I probably make these entries way too long for people to care. Can't be succinct...
Thank you very much for sharing your knowledge and your heart, Freya. I can tell myself over and over again that I logically under stand dwelling on the past does no good. But I still find myself doing so. It revolves around two things: releasing the one person I probably truly loved the most in my life, and my obvious wrong choice in career path. As you said, I'm probably romanticizing the past and looking at it through rose-colored glasses. I'm also looking at it from an adult's point of view, rather than a naive teenager's. Still, I seemed to be less mature and realistic than my classmates, but I can't go into the reasons that may be so -- not right now. Of course, because of God d___ Facebook, I've seen how successful my classmates have become with careers and family. Yes, I know it didn't just fall into their lap. It's come from hard work and continual life struggles. But that's just it. It's my laziness and lack of assertiveness over 30 years that has left me at the edge of the rolling brook while others jumped in and have taken the challenge to keep their heads above water. Yes, I do dwell on this. I may use this as an excuse to not have to try hard. Whatever the case, I blew it and still won't try. That makes myself feel pointless, useless, and just want to end it now before I find myself this way at 60. I know I won't try in spite of the opportunities living in an advanced country, so what does therapy do? I deserve to be wiped off the face of the earth. It only takes one assertive action. Help.
Though as I now see what I wrote, I see I'm spending this off-day of mine doing nothing, staying in bed, because I tell myself "I'm depressed, and this is what depressed people do. What a way to give myself an out. People on the outside don't see this one (of many) devious sides to me. Just one moment where I can catch myself to do it... Plus I probably make these entries way too long for people to care. Can't be succinct...