Mom Af

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PUT YOURSELF FIRST

“Growing up you are taught to put others first. When this is practiced continually it becomes a habit to negate your own personal needs. Unconsciously this implies that your needs and wants are not as important as others, which can lead us to believe we are not worthy. When you neglect your needs you can begin to feel resentful and depressed. “

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Adults who were severely abused as children also have difficulty putting the responsibility where it belongs. Remember, accepting blame is a survival tool for abused children. They keep the myth of the good family alive by believing that they—not their parents—are bad. This belief lies at the core of virtually all self-defeating behavior patterns in adults who were abused as children. But, it is a belief that can be reversed.

Toxic Parents

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We have all been guilty of making jokes at someone else’s expense. Most of the time, such jokes can be relatively harmless. But, as in other forms of toxic parenting, it is the frequency, the cruelty, and the source of these jokes that make them abusive. Children believe and internalize what their parents say about them. It is sadistic and destructive for a parent to make repetitive jokes at the expense of a vulnerable child.

Toxic Parents

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As advertising executives have known for decades, we become good consumers only when we experience mere “desires” as urgent “needs,” and when our conception of the “necessities” of life becomes ever ever more blurry and bloated. Clearly, by these criteria, most of us have become good consumers.

Tim Kasser - The High Price of Materialism

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Because when everyone dreams, but only a few realize their dreams, that makes cowards of us all.

Veronika decides to die, Paulo Coelho

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...because he knew how to admire without appearing to demand anything of her.

Veronika decides to die, Paulo Coelho

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But human beings are like that, she thought. We’ve replaced nearly all our emotions with fear.

Veronika Decides to Die, Paulo Coelho

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The real 'I' is what you are, not what others make of you.

Veronika decides to die, Paulo Coelho

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I know the world will not recognize my efforts, he said to himself, proud of being misunderstood. After all, that was the price every genius had to pay.

Veronika Decides to Die, Paulo Coelho

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CHRONIC remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

Aldous Huxley - A Brave New World

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I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

James Frey - A Million Little Pieces

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I wonder what is happening to me. I stand and begin pacing back and forth across the length of the bathroom. I cross my arms and begin rubbing my body. I get cold and a chill shoots up my spine. One second I want to cry, one second I want to kill, one second I want to die. I think about running but there's nowhere to run so I pace and I rub my body and I feel cold.

James Frey - A Million Little Pieces

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Everything that I know and that I am and everything that I've done begins flashing in front of my eyes. My past, my present, my future. My friends, my enemies, my friends who became enemies. Where I've lived, where I've been, what I've seen, what I've done. What I've ruined and destroyed. I start to cry. Tears begin running down my face and quiet sobs escape me. I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know why I'm here and I don't know how things ever got this bad. I try to find answers but they aren't there. I'm too fucked up to have answers. I'm too fucked up for anything. The tears come harder and sobs become louder and I curl up on the cold tile floor and I hug myself.

James Frey - A Million Little Pieces

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There were times when she wished he were dead. Not that she’d never met him, or that he’d never been born, but that he’d get hit by a car or get himself killed in some other violent way like a bar fight, or his arm would get caught in a machine and he would bleed to death before anyone could save him. And she wished that in those final moments, when he felt his life draining from him, that he’d understand what a bastard he was, what a waste of life. She could envision him, his blood pooling in a black kidney-shaped puddle beneath him as he repented in terror, understanding with a final clarity that he was about to pay for the man he was. In those dark moments he’d be sorry, so sorry. But it would be too late. That’s how she felt about him.

Lisa Unger - Beautiful Lies

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My God, a whole moment of happiness! Is that too little for the whole of a man’s life?

White Nights - Fyodor Dostoevsky

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“I often wondered why female names were so different from male names, more whimsical and dreamlike, as if women were unreal, a figment of one’s imagination. Male names embodied power, ability and authority, like Muzaffer, ‘the Victorious One’; Faruq, ‘One” “Who Distinguishes Truth from Falsehood’; or Husam al Din, ‘the Sword of Faith’. Female names, however, reflected a delicate daintiness, like a porcelain vase. With names such as Nilüfer, ‘Lotus Flower’, or Gülseren, ‘Spreading Roses’, or Binnaz, ‘A Thousand Blandishments’, women were decorations for this world, pretty trimmings on the side, but not too essential.”

Elif Shafak - Honour (via blyndimpulse)

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Each time, her determination to carry on, her fear of hell or simply the need to see the sun rise the next morning had compelled her to stay alive.

Elif Shafak - Honour  (via blyndimpulse)