I’ve had somewhat of an epiphany recently, as I stumbled across the origin of the word ‘ugly’. Really, it was someone really close to me that spurred the entire chain of events. When they approached me, phone in hand, ready to start making fun of someone on F acebook with whom we are mutual friends.
When you really start to map out all that you manage and deal with on a daily basis, it’s actually kind of crazy.
So when we start to feel run down, worn thin, and generally stretched to the max, why do WE feel like failures? Why do we so closely relate our self-worth in our ability to work ourselves to the bone with our job(s), parenthood, night school or whatever else you are trying to juggle?
This gets amplified for addicts who are:
still using, because they feel like they will never be able to overcome the pressure
in recovery who already feel a step behind the rest of the game because they are back at square one.
When did our self worth depend on our ability to drown ourselves in responsibility until we are just treading water?