Life passes by so quickly, and I like having an hour a week to reflect in an attempt to learn and grow from it all. The psychologist brought up many topics we wouldn’t have talked about on our own. After this is met (around ,000 to ,000 per year for a family), an increase in salary does not positively increase a person’s happiness. Tim seems extremely overwhelmed by the idea of having to see me every day for this project. I become extremely invested in people and things that I care about, which can cause me to fall for someone quickly. While sexual desire exists to make sure we pop out babies, the feelings of love exists to promote bonding and pairing between mates to increase the survival rate of the children.
I go to therapy on my own, and have always enjoyed it. There are actually statistics that show that salary increase only make people happier until basic needs of food and water are met. How do you feel about this relationship/project right now? However, when I do decide I really like someone, I am quick to jump into a relationship in order to test it out and see how it goes. Apparently, the feeling of falling in love is wired in us to help the survival of our species.
The pills they’ve given me are extremely addictive and they cause rebound headaches.
Afterwards, I shared a cab ride home with one of my closest friends. I’ve been researching treatment solutions for the headaches, and the options are not good.
The idea of living a lifetime in this pain is depressing.
One of my most vivid memories was when I desperately wanted to quit Tae Kwon Do training after receiving a yellow belt.Sometimes life shits on you and there doesn’t seem to be a right way forward. After much consideration, I’ve decided it’s best to end the project. Now, from what I gathered, (without sounding too gossipy), this is how it went down: This project came up in conversation during the course of the night, and it sounds like she was slightly ridiculed for doing a project like this with me.While I hate to quit, my friends are right: I am too ill and have too much on my plate. I feel like I was made out to be some sort of heartless lothario. Jessie is currently in therapy, so it’s all good with her too. However, neither Jessie or I would have talked about this stuff so soon without having the therapist as a soundboard. I spent five years seeing a therapist, so this isn’t strange to me.
I’m not worried about the unknown, but about us falling into our usual roles, and how we deal with that.