Her life was in shambles, and her knee hurt like hell. Did one pain have something to do with the other? Oh, yes, indeed.
It's true that old habits can be difficult to break, but even the most entrenched patterns are breakable, if there is a strong intention and powerful commitment to do so. So, hang in there, and get to work!
Support After Suicide: How Making Connections With Other Survivors Can Breathe Life Into a Dying Heart
It's been 19 months since Mom died. As I reflect on the weeks and months following Mom's suicide, I realize how precariously my life hung in the balance. Back then I couldn't envision a day when the color, focus, or meaning would return to my world.
The bottom line is that rejections are a fact of life -- we all experience them and we all hurt when we do. The best thing we can do is to soothe our emotional pain, take steps to revive our self-esteem, and to connect to our core groups and by doing so remind ourselves that others value and love us even if our date does not.
Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of my mom's death. That means I've endured many of the difficult "firsts" that grievers dread -- first birthdays, holidays, and school events. This one-year mark also signifies that I've learned how to live in a world without my mom in it.
Although there are a thousand ways to feel rejected on social media, 999 of them are probably not personal. Assuming the worst in these situations will not only cause you unnecessary hurt, it can make you reach incorrect conclusions about your friendships and assume problems exist where they do not.
Fear is not the only reason we back away from difficulty in the lives of those dear to us. What one learns during childhood from those who raise us also sets the stage for the ability to show kindness and caring. Unrecognized envy and jealousy can also play a role in how we respond.
Few people are aware of how dangerous it is to "inhale" two packs a day of emotional isolation. Because loneliness is viewed merely as an unfortunate circumstance and not as the silent killer it is, it rarely triggers a sense of urgency in the person who suffers from it.