Christ_empowered
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I need to develop one. The Lord has been remarkably good to me, and yet...I fall into fits of melancholy when I really, really, really shouldn't. I take psych treatments (including one for depression), so I think now its all about the spiritual aspect.
I do pray and give thanks and such, but...I dunno...I look backwards too much, I am not as content as I should be (especially considering how kind The Lord is to me).
I think this falls into my ongoing struggle with Self. I --did-- meet the criteria for npd (narcissistic personality disorder) in my late teens and into my twenties. Sometimes, people with NPD mellow out when real life hits and just with general maturation. In my case, there's apparently a severe mental problem (bipolar I or schizophrenia, depending on which "expert" you believe...) in the mix, too, so...its complicated.
NPD or not, I struggle with self, pride, self-love, getting puffed up over things The Lord has blessed me with, etc. I'm much better in terms of outward behavior, but I still tend to elevate people or tear them down (in my mind, not so much in how I treat them). Developing compassion and empathy was huge for me, and it is/was a gift straight from The Lord. Not that I was some cold hearted NPD monster, just...well, I'd always been socially isolated and at the bottom of the totem pole, so I think I developed a lot of problems just to compensate for that.
On the plus side...my parents seem to have forgiven me, or they're getting closer to it, anyway. I'm not as bratty and demanding of them, and we get along well. I'm enjoying school and moving forward. I'm writing better and...well, I struggle more with bona fide (severe) mental problems now than I do with Self. At least meds help with severe mental problems. NPD is treatable, but I was an ugly flamer from what the "professionals" referred to as a "rinky dink middle class family," so I just got shock treatments and drugs. Welcome to Mental Health, Inc.
Rambling...now, I'm blessed all over. I don't take much $$$ from my parents, but because they're higher on the totem pole now, I have more of a "buffer" between me and the community. I'm also glad for them, I mean...they went through it with their careers, and now they'll retire on a high note, Praise God!
School's going well. I see hope where before there really wasn't any, not really. God is good! I coulda/shoulda/woulda gone to tech school, but...my last experience at a brick-and-mortar school ended in electroshock, so...not so much, lol.
OK. I'm done now.
I do pray and give thanks and such, but...I dunno...I look backwards too much, I am not as content as I should be (especially considering how kind The Lord is to me).
I think this falls into my ongoing struggle with Self. I --did-- meet the criteria for npd (narcissistic personality disorder) in my late teens and into my twenties. Sometimes, people with NPD mellow out when real life hits and just with general maturation. In my case, there's apparently a severe mental problem (bipolar I or schizophrenia, depending on which "expert" you believe...) in the mix, too, so...its complicated.
NPD or not, I struggle with self, pride, self-love, getting puffed up over things The Lord has blessed me with, etc. I'm much better in terms of outward behavior, but I still tend to elevate people or tear them down (in my mind, not so much in how I treat them). Developing compassion and empathy was huge for me, and it is/was a gift straight from The Lord. Not that I was some cold hearted NPD monster, just...well, I'd always been socially isolated and at the bottom of the totem pole, so I think I developed a lot of problems just to compensate for that.
On the plus side...my parents seem to have forgiven me, or they're getting closer to it, anyway. I'm not as bratty and demanding of them, and we get along well. I'm enjoying school and moving forward. I'm writing better and...well, I struggle more with bona fide (severe) mental problems now than I do with Self. At least meds help with severe mental problems. NPD is treatable, but I was an ugly flamer from what the "professionals" referred to as a "rinky dink middle class family," so I just got shock treatments and drugs. Welcome to Mental Health, Inc.
Rambling...now, I'm blessed all over. I don't take much $$$ from my parents, but because they're higher on the totem pole now, I have more of a "buffer" between me and the community. I'm also glad for them, I mean...they went through it with their careers, and now they'll retire on a high note, Praise God!
School's going well. I see hope where before there really wasn't any, not really. God is good! I coulda/shoulda/woulda gone to tech school, but...my last experience at a brick-and-mortar school ended in electroshock, so...not so much, lol.
OK. I'm done now.