its unbelievable how many of these people she still is able to find...there are a lott of people these days who cant follow up the busy and stressfull life we all live these days.. My father used to say..it the old days people worked their day..on a normal tempo....they took a lott of rest, and time to eat...and in the evening they sat together outside in summer and had a good time telling stories...these days the work never stops...you cant believe how much phonecalls, emails and apps i still recieve late in the evening...or even at night..i never reply offcourse...i like my sleep..but still...it gives an enormous pressure these days....and everything is so expensive people cant stop running along in the ratrace...
maybe she could try to spend some time in a convent...its not a joke...it sometimes give people time to reflect, to rest and to think how next...and also that social media is killing these days...
maybe she could try to spend some time in a convent...its not a joke...it sometimes give people time to reflect, to rest and to think how next...and also that social media is killing these days...
To your point about how work never stops. It is impossible these days, unless you are wealthy, to take the time to have a nervous breakdown. While you are resting and finding yourself, you are probably being evicted for nonpayment of your rent or mortgage. Families don’t live together for generations anymore, and most young people don’t start out in life with a huge amount of savings. If you are already feeling pressure and losing your grip, if you add financial worries to the mix it becomes a crushing amount of pressure to get over it quickly or push it aside. I’ve found myself in that position. I did have family and some means and eventually had the time I needed, but I didn’t take that time before it was too late and I’d completely fallen apart.
I didn’t know how to quit my well paid and stressful job that was literally making me ill. It would be considered a failure, and I was not about to fail. I’d wake up every day thinking everything would be easier if I was dead. I didn’t want to be alive in my life anymore and I couldn’t bring myself to change anything. If I could have just gone away for a couple of months I might have been able to make better decisions. My job wouldn’t allow for that, nor would my finances. So I slowly spiraled down, using coping mechanisms that made things worse, not telling anyone how I felt.
I was lucky. I made a very public spectacle of myself and resigned with golden parachute I was smart enough to negotiate for myself. But afterwards I was broken and felt full of shame for my failures. Later, I came to see it as a blessing and a release, and that maybe God did for me what I couldn’t do for myself. He made me stop. He gave me the means to stop. I’m grateful for it everyday.
i cant understand how she even can face herself in the mirror...talking about charity..while she is the biggest grifter of all...for luxery...she doesnt need charity...oh this makes me so mad...
