
frisas45
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Have you heard of Jordan Peterson? He said that life is nothing but suffering. Same thing with Buddha and Jesus. They preached about this. Some say suffering is a norm for Christians and other religions. In fact, it's a normal for anybody. But unlike Peterson, my twisted mind tells me we shouldn't ease it. Rather, we should suck it up and let it harbor. We should push through the pain rather than ease it. I tried to ease it but the damn agony inside me is tearing me apart ceaselessly. So I did the second method and I'm exhausted.
I feel shame. I'm not strong enough. Other people are tougher. I felt this pain since when I was a child.
I want to be comforted, and find a solution if I can't be comforted. But my mind pressures me to be invalidated. For instance, you lose a loved one and no parents comfort you. They bitch at you about how their generation faced starvation and taunt you for not handling a "menial" ordeal. In some cases, you cry out because you get abused, only to have your parents take away your meal for a week. As a punishment for being weak. (My parents weren't like this, but people around me were.)
My mind yells at me that this is the truth. That we shouldn't receive support for our pain. Rather, we should be rebuked to "toughen up". And this enrages me.
I tried to accept this dark personality when I was a preteen. I tried to be tough. But I ended up snapping to the pressure of being tough. Mental breakdown. Total devastation. But it still haunts me and drives me nuts. Hell, I don't know what to do.
I feel shame. I'm not strong enough. Other people are tougher. I felt this pain since when I was a child.
I want to be comforted, and find a solution if I can't be comforted. But my mind pressures me to be invalidated. For instance, you lose a loved one and no parents comfort you. They bitch at you about how their generation faced starvation and taunt you for not handling a "menial" ordeal. In some cases, you cry out because you get abused, only to have your parents take away your meal for a week. As a punishment for being weak. (My parents weren't like this, but people around me were.)
My mind yells at me that this is the truth. That we shouldn't receive support for our pain. Rather, we should be rebuked to "toughen up". And this enrages me.
I tried to accept this dark personality when I was a preteen. I tried to be tough. But I ended up snapping to the pressure of being tough. Mental breakdown. Total devastation. But it still haunts me and drives me nuts. Hell, I don't know what to do.