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Aw dear @Al_Lurker , thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot. :hug:
Actually, my dog does better than I do, lol. I think the difference was, she was 'placed' with us (though we fell madly in love with her at first sight and asked for her :) :inlove: ). Then it went from there.
I can't 'place' myself anywhere though. And I find the difficulty is I don't belong. Or I certainly feel like I don't. It's more than trying to see 'if' I belong', rather 'knowing' I don't. Sort of I imagine how a man feels sent to a breast-feeding group, as a friend of mine said :wideeyed: :laugh: . Of course that's a funny example (and not necessarily a 'negative for men, lol), but rather in all seriousness the analogy would hold. "Cringe-worthy" and depressing. But then again I'm too tired, too busy a day, and probably shouldn't post this. Nothing wrong with the people, the problem is me. The more I try to reach out, the worse I feel. The more I resolve to pusg through it or sit with the feelings, the more evidence to that fact I seem to acquire. But maybe they are 'feelings', and that's all.
I guess what has always amazed me, is that I've never heard anyone mention that 'feelings' go a long way in determining quality of life (to me).
Actually, my dog does better than I do, lol. I think the difference was, she was 'placed' with us (though we fell madly in love with her at first sight and asked for her :) :inlove: ). Then it went from there.
I can't 'place' myself anywhere though. And I find the difficulty is I don't belong. Or I certainly feel like I don't. It's more than trying to see 'if' I belong', rather 'knowing' I don't. Sort of I imagine how a man feels sent to a breast-feeding group, as a friend of mine said :wideeyed: :laugh: . Of course that's a funny example (and not necessarily a 'negative for men, lol), but rather in all seriousness the analogy would hold. "Cringe-worthy" and depressing. But then again I'm too tired, too busy a day, and probably shouldn't post this. Nothing wrong with the people, the problem is me. The more I try to reach out, the worse I feel. The more I resolve to pusg through it or sit with the feelings, the more evidence to that fact I seem to acquire. But maybe they are 'feelings', and that's all.
I guess what has always amazed me, is that I've never heard anyone mention that 'feelings' go a long way in determining quality of life (to me).