I'm beginning to see that very many times, quite a few of us, prefer to wallow in pity and continue playing the victim, rather than get ourselves out of that situation and move on. We'd prefer to keep the wounds fresh and painful, rather than get them healed.
I guess it is a kind of adrenaline that keeps us going. Perhaps because we are frightened that there'd be nothing else that will keep us active. Or perhaps that there are other deeper and more serious wounds that these external wounds camouflage. Or it could be that we just do not want to move on.
Not sure if that's called maturity! But it certainly has much to do with it.
To ask or take up help when offered (from competent and capable people); rather than act strong.
To accept, acknowledge that not everything is known to me; apparently, about myself!
To get out of one's comfort zones... places, people, thoughts, words, discussions, ambience... that make me feel I'm ok, what I've said and done is right, without actually giving myself another re-look.
Asking myself: what am I really afraid of?
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