What is Ugly? What is the difference between what others percieve and what we believe to be true about ourselves? Only when we have grown older and wiser through experience that we become more objective about ourselves and our past. When I have an attack of depression it is so deep that I am unable to percieve the way I am when I am feeling much better. My therapist once asked me if I thought I could ever be happy. I said I didn't know because I had never experience happiness as a way of life... He might as well asked me if I thought I would ever find a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. One of the driving forces in the human race is the need to feel understood. Most of us with severe mental disorders suffer silently....wondering what is going on with us...feeling bad, ugly, stupid...we feel that asking for help exposes our weakness/ugliness and puts us at risk of being misunderstood/shamed/punished/rejected. Does anyone out there feel the same, or am I way off base?
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