Often we do not allow our own happiness.
We misconstrue what is normal , we misunderstand. We pretend everyone but us has it easier, has fewer deep dark horrible experiences. We pretend their efforts are simpler, their love and support superior to what we have been given.
We criticize and find fault with those who come near to love us; we drive them away with our make believe and the distress we create on our own.
We waste time lamenting what we imagine others have, instead of being happy for them. We fail to relish that which we have; we think it is not good enough. We who have suffered more deserve better, we cry.
In this way, with stories we tell ourselves, we separate ourselves from others, soaking in self made, unnecessary bitterness and grievous loneliness. Over time, we even come to believe that all of this simply happened to us.
We misconstrue what is normal , we misunderstand. We pretend everyone but us has it easier, has fewer deep dark horrible experiences. We pretend their efforts are simpler, their love and support superior to what we have been given.
We criticize and find fault with those who come near to love us; we drive them away with our make believe and the distress we create on our own.
We waste time lamenting what we imagine others have, instead of being happy for them. We fail to relish that which we have; we think it is not good enough. We who have suffered more deserve better, we cry.
In this way, with stories we tell ourselves, we separate ourselves from others, soaking in self made, unnecessary bitterness and grievous loneliness. Over time, we even come to believe that all of this simply happened to us.
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