Purpose of living

life, living, meaning

Random thoughts.

What is existential crisis? It is the state where you start indulging in questions of deep thoughts like the meaning of your life, why you are living, and loose interest in everyday stuffs because you realize these has no importance. 

I believe these questions are ones that are hard and has no exact answer to which you’ll run into occasionally and temporary end with some conclusion. 

At the moment, with the experience of having lived 22 years, my conclusion is that purpose of life is to find more and more lovable people. Human beings are social beings and we need to be in a company, a community. I really think it is to find more people you feel comfortable with, find more people you love. A point to be noted is that the concept should not be equated to people we label as friends and family. Sometimes these…

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Words that hurt

bereavement , death , grief , meaning , mourning , purpose , soulmates , widowed

richwalks

Words that hurt: happiness, joy.

Phrases that hurt: ‘Rich would want you to be happy’, ‘I hope you’re enjoying…’, ‘May you find peace’, ‘this will help you heal’, ‘try and find something to smile about today’.

Phrases that help: ‘tell me about Rich’, ‘don’t hold it in’, ‘just be you’, ‘you are hurting’, ‘I wish I’d known him’.

And the best way to ask after someone experiencing profound bereavement? – ‘how is today?’ If you ask ‘how are you?’, then frankly you’re not really thinking about the person in front of you or at the other end of the phone. How the f*** do you think I am? Is the way we want to respond. But instead, of late, I just don’t bother responding at all. Because if they can’t imagine what the devastation of loss like this might feel like, and I haven’t got the energy to explain, even…

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Listening isn’t enough.

adjusting, family, listening, personal growth, receiving, support, therapy

Chasing My Dreams


After rescheduling my therapist appointment due to illness and weather multiple times for over a month, I finally went to see her yesterday. Husband went with me after work so that we were able to window shop for his AR and my 9mm before dinner with some friends and enjoy a nice double date. He asked if I wanted him to come into the room with me and I thought why not, I have nothing to hide and nothing I say today he won’t have heard before. It was wonderful. Let me reiterate that, WONDERFUL.

My therapist let him know that coming into the room meant he was a part of it and not just there. We spoke about my original reason for beginning sessions with her, the miscarriages and the medication. We then moved on to my “homework” from the last session and my progress, triggers, stressors, and all…

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