Why It’s Hard To Support The Unfortunate
We all have problems, but when some less fortunate get a break, we get angry.
Yesterday I was reminded that it has been 15 years since I genuinely started my self-help journey. It began with the urge to get myself out there more and talk with other people.
Back then I was shy, struggled to speak up, and talking overall was an embarrassment for me. I would always blush heavily, mutter my words and so on.
This was the premise for me meeting a group of people who indirectly and directly changed my life 15 years ago. My time with them, brief as it may be, helped me in becoming who I am now. Even when the experience at the time for myself was middling at best.
Hitting that anniversary, some of us shared what we’ve been up to and where we’re at in our lives.
One of them has a satisfying job that they love doing.
Another has a teenage girl and a one month old baby boy. It was a bit surprising given that she was only interested in other girls romantically back then.
She also keeps in touch with another member who has travelled around even more well after the program.
Meanwhile here I am. Single. Haven’t travelled at all. Living on social assistance.
