I told my mother she should have been spay before having kids.
My sister and I got “gifts” from our older generations that we did not want.
They give you things like the shape of your body and your hair and eye color. Then they say ” oh you look just like Aunt Gertrude!”. They give you other things, too.
Some “gifts” I was given:
Like Asthma. They say I got it around 2 years old. My dark brown hair turned white when I was in my early 30’s. Let’s not forget heart disease. I had a heart attack at the age of 54. I was 3 years ahead of my Grandma who had one when she was 57. She lived to be 92.
My sister got her gift later in life, but it was a biggie. She was never very ill until she got Parkinson’s Disease.
My biggest gift, I think, was Chronic Depression. I’m pretty sure I was born with it. When I went to see the head psychiatrist at a major hospital, he said, “You inherited this. It’s nothing that you did. A pill a day for the rest of your life and you’re good”. I wish it was that easy.
In the 60’s and 70’s the saying at that time was “I am sooo depressed”, with attitude and a hip thrust to the side. I really thought I was “normal”. It wasn’t until I was in my 30’s that I started to think maybe not.
Usually all you hear about depression is that you can get yourself out of it in six weeks to a few months. Not so much!! When I read those articles I get more depressed.
Suicide can ruin your family and friends.
One thing about it, I have seen what suicide can do to a family and I don’t think I could do that to mine. I, of course, have thought about it and always have a plan in the back of my mind, but,I hope I can always find a way to work around it. It leaves big ugly scars on families and friends.
Another reason that stops me from doing it is that I believe just enough about reincarnation that it scares me right out of the whole thing. I never want to have another go at this life in any form! I pray I’m done.
Not a lot of self confidence. Very little drive. The list goes on and on. One day it took me until 4:30 in the afternoon to take the lock off the door to open it. I just could not do it.
Am I thankful for this gift? Someday I hope to think that I will be. It has shaped the way I am today and that is not too bad. Part of that attitude with Gratitude.
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