My Forgiveness Story He was my high school bully, he was one of many. He stood out because he could reach the most vulnerable parts of me,… Read more “I Once Forgave Someone Because of Stars”
A few months ago, I came across this comical piece from the New Yorker about working from home. It’s hilarious, mostly because it’s a little too accurate.… Read more “RE: 10 Ways to Resist Depression When You Work From Home”
What is a Scapegoat?
To put it plainly: a person blamed for the wrongdoings, mistakes, or faults of others. What does that mean exactly?
It means that if you are someone’s scapegoat, you are going to be the reason someone else did or said something, or the reason something happened, or more broadly YOU are the problem.
The scapegoat is given a tremendous amount of power, but ends up feeling weak, shameful, pitiable, guilty, or that they are evil, bad, or wrong. In come cases, wrongness becomes inseparable from the way they see themselves: they can mistake what others say for their true identities.
In families, the scapegoat tends to be the person the family collectively identifies as a source of their dysfunctional behavior. The idea being that if the person to blame for familial disruption is somehow fixed, then the family will be fixed.
I didn’t kill myself, but I wanted to, and I tried to, many times. Maybe I didn’t research suicide enough to make it work, but maybe I… Read more “Suicidal Teen Grows Up and Watches TV”
REPOST We all want to be happy. The question is “how can I be happy?” Speaking from experience, I asked myself this question a few years ago.… Read more “Finding happiness in your life.”
How can binge watching TV shows can be good for your mental health? Through cathartic emotional purging and empathetic observation, you can use your time in front of the… Read more “5 Ways to Binge Watch a TV Show for Catharsis”
I’m stuck in some kind of old pattern and I can see it, I can see the door to get out, but I seem to have misplaced the key. But, I think I want the key misplaced. I’m holding on to something I cannot name because I don’t know the part of me that is holding on.
Am I not ready? Or am I scared?
Am I truly avoiding Clarity, or am I keeping myself in the dark a little while longer? Maybe I don’t want to know the answer.
This morning I was struck by the realization that while the internet can be a volatile and scary place, there are some people who have discovered safe little… Read more “Untold Stories and Acceptance”