Defecating on therapy and prayer/meditation, wow. Hot take.
Well, gather round folks, gather round. Let me tell you a parable. Well, it worked for the Son Of Man, and I'm a son of a man, so...
So I have this relative who, far as I know, still is in pretty much the most horrible abusive marriage ever. Well, according to her, anyway. I haven't talked much to the guy. I'm talking at the level of having been beaten UNCONSCIOUS a few times. Plus raped on a regular basis, and you know, all the good stuff.
Well, guess what? She too didn't want advice, didn't want help, she just wanted an ENABLER to sit and listen and nod and not ask any uncomfortable questions, while she rationalizes for herself why she totally couldn't possibly get out of that situation.
The things people tell you when you you're just shutting up and letting them unload...
And if it were just her, meh, maybe she likes a bit of bdsm, I could theoretically rationalize to myself, but it was about her kids too. I'm talking stuff like being belted until looking like a frikken zebra at a pre-school age. In fact, pretty much the guy would beat the kids up to control her.
Yeah, I should have just called child protection services.
But yeah, that's the PROBLEM with just wanting someone to listen to you rationalize it to yourself, at your own pace, until you figure it out on your own. You might actually never do. You might actually not be even trying to figure it out, but just to keep rationalizing while you're stuck in that bad rut.
And that's the other problem when you think that things are hopeless beyond all possibility of solving them. Guess what? Unless you have cancer, or you're handcuffed to a pipe in the basement and under armed guard, they probably aren't. It's just the chemical balance in your brain that's off and produces only expecting negative outcomes for everything. You just need antidepressants.
ESPECIALLY if you're ever at the point where it seems like the only recourse is talking to an imaginary friend in the sky, you don't need encouragement to do that, you need antidepressants.
Which incidentally is also something she rationalized she didn't need. You know the drill: she's not crazy, she doesn't need to be medicated, etc.
So yeah, I COULD be the "nice" kind of guy who tells people that yeah, it's ok to just want an ENABLER (real or imaginary) to just listen while they rationalize why they can't solve their problems, and why their only left recourse is talking to God. Or I can be an ass hole and tell them to get actual help and solve their problems. Guess which I'll choose every time nowadays...
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