My view of the world
When I was in High School I regularly went to a psychiatrist (for Depression and then for Aspergers). I feel like repeating an analogy I gave him for how I felt about my life.
"My life is like a giant puzzle that has been tossed into the ocean. I try to put it back together but some pieces were lost at sea, while others are soggy and no longer fit. All that's left is an incomplete picture that makes no sense"
Another one I told him was: "My siblings and I are carrying baskets of eggs on our backs and cloth hearts pinned to our clothes. Our Dad rips off the hearts if we break the eggs yet he's the one dropping rocks in our baskets. Mom tries to replace the hearts from her own clothes but she only has so many to give and can't fix the broken ones fast enough."
I'll try to have happier thoughts before Christmas.
"My life is like a giant puzzle that has been tossed into the ocean. I try to put it back together but some pieces were lost at sea, while others are soggy and no longer fit. All that's left is an incomplete picture that makes no sense"
Another one I told him was: "My siblings and I are carrying baskets of eggs on our backs and cloth hearts pinned to our clothes. Our Dad rips off the hearts if we break the eggs yet he's the one dropping rocks in our baskets. Mom tries to replace the hearts from her own clothes but she only has so many to give and can't fix the broken ones fast enough."
I'll try to have happier thoughts before Christmas.