You sound like my former counselor. Telling me what I already know but not providing me with a viable path to change.RayThom wrote: Very sad. Without forward movement you're doomed.
In the case of my counselor, it was about having faith in ones self and not worrying about the past or the future.
Well, easy enough for someone who already doesn't care about the future and wants to forget their past. That's not me.
I am extremely adverse to change. Change is something that is forced upon me, not something that I take on willingly. For me change causes ulcer-inducing anxiety. So for me to accept change, I have to understand the pros and cons, see the path and the desired outcome. I take nothing on faith or on Faith. My first counselor figured that out. That I needed a solid, fact-based reason behind everything. My second counselor, well, he was a 12-stepper and his faith based methods made me defensive. I don't understand why. Oh, he would explain things in the worst possible scenario situations, but that was way past the horizon. Like everyone else he told me to structure my life, and gave pointers. But the problem is I treat them like school assignments to be turned in. If I don't have anyone to "grade" it, I don't bother doing it if I don't see the point. This is not the output of a normal mind is what I've been led to believe.
It didn't used to be this hard. But that's because I had structure. Structure imposed on my by someone else- my parents, my teachers, my superior officers in the Navy, my bosses at work. I don't have that right now. My structure is Go to the museum Tues and Thurs, take out the trash Sunday night. Pay the bills when they come in. Fix the car when it breaks. That's it. Everything else is floundering around trying to find the next person to provide that structure.
So, yes, it's sad. I've been here before and I will be here again. I end up in the same place every time because I chose not to change. I turn to strangers to try and find some meaning in it because I can't find it on my own.
If that's a rambling manifesto of a diseased mind, well, that's what it is.
