I’m hurt and I am auto programming myself to survive this madness. I feel like there is no hope. But if I feel the pain, I am sure I will feel the pleasure. There is a light at the end of this dark tunnel.
People say a lot of things. They say it will pass with time. Like they would know the ultimate truth about the universe. Like they have knowledge about me, that is so obvious for them, and so mysterious for me. Their words are designed to give me some consolation and they helps. Unfortunately only temporarily.
I put these words on the papers and stick the papers around the house. I have a list of my assertive rights in a kitchen and a few quotes on a fridge or bathroom mirror. It’s like learning the language. I will think it, I will see it, I will read it, I will be it.
I enter my bedroom and read the sign. Don’t wait for the changes. Act.
I let this mantra to be an autopilot that leads me to better future.
Good morning and good night.