Feb 22, 2006 10:07
sometimes the best feeling in the world is feeling you have no control.
last night my dad called me and was in tears. really really sad. said really depressed stuff. etc. but he said the stuff I told him was the same as his therapist, my aunt ginny (who is a bit psychotic) and Brandy herself. this is strange. not everything of course... like not Brandy, Ginny nor the Therapist told him to throw out the text messages, burn the pictures, delete the emails and watch family guy. maybe I have a teenage approach. also I made some crazy metaphor that it's like you're rock climbing and you can take the path of least resistance and just go down, but you know that if you want to live or get birthday cake or whatever situation be it in that youre rock climbing you have to make it to the top. so every time you let yourself go down (aka think of the happy times, regain hope that it will change) you're actually hurting yourself because you're making it more effort to get to the top. It takes less energy to stay in place than to climb up. Why am I using physics or whatever to relate to someone's mental state? I really can't say.