ALONE
I enjoy being alone because I can’t handle not being able to help and save other people.
I heard once that “Depression is the greatest form of expression.” I realized I didn’t want to be when I looked at the people who were — — Grieving. Trying to recover a time before adopting out their inner child. When laziness ruled and they followed the slobbery, fat, disgust- disguised as sound advice.
The adult they became neglected and abused their innocence. Forcing youth to give in-then patrolled until their inner child closed off, buried hope and suffocated.
If your child likes being alone, you might think they are depressed. This conclusion should lead to questions, thinking and conversation. Too often parents avoid proof their children are not perfect.
Your child might be trying to decipher why they feel …
You name it… You felt it once too so don’t let them shake it alone.
If they turn up actually feeling down, teach them to press that emotion until they can outwork, out maneuver and outthink it-get it up off them and get out from under it.
Maybe they are hiding or self-conscious. Breathing quiet sighs, so nobody notices their anxiety of not knowing… About…
HOW TO BE CONFIDENT… It’s all about belief. A difficulty all ages suffer. So do what you like-what you enjoy, the way you recommend- that’s how you make a life you cherish and want. That’s the real trend adults should hold onto.
DOUBT… Sometimes adult feel stupid. And they sure fucking act like they never received discipline. If you feel lost during-or-unable to have a conversation about a topic others feel is gossip currency. Say “tell me more about that.” People want to feel smart and important, so they will teach you their smarts and foolishness. And you will be wiser knowing who and what to learn or avoid.
HOW TO GROW UP… Patience is what they say makes the difference. But the real one is knowing when to be impatient. You should never have sympathy for too many repeated mistakes. You’ll be writing an idiot’s tale-and you’re not Dostoyevsky.
UNDERSTANDING HOW TO BE WRONG… Without feeling wronged or lashing out. Honest accountability feels absurd as someone crying and lusting for good relationships-then ruining their own because abuse is their cue for love. But feeling don’t equal truth.
For all the fathers wondering how the fuck do I do this! My advice is “Just don’t pull out”
