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Empty Feelings

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                                  Few people come to therapy because they feel empty inside. It's not a disorder in and of itself like anxiety or depression. Nor is it experienced by most people as a symptom that interferes  with their lives. It's more a generic feeling of discomfort, a lack of being filled up that may come and go. Some people experience it physically, as an empty space in their belly or chest. Others experience it more as an emotional numbness. You may have a general sense that  you're missing something that everybody else has, or that you're on the outside looking in. Something just isn't right, but it's hard to name. It makes you feel somehow set apart, disconnected,  as if you're not enjoying life as you  should.     I have found that most emotionally neglected people who come to therapy for anxiety, depression,  or family- related problems, for ex...

Guide from Beyond

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                                       This being human is a guesthouse.  Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, Some momentary awareness comes    as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,   who violently sweep your house     empty of its furniture,  still, treat each guest honorably.   He may be clearing you out     for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice,   meet them at the door laughing,       and invite them all in.   Be grateful for whoever comes,     because each has been sent       as a guide from beyond.

Trapped

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                                         I'm my biggest problem I'm my very last hope My patheticness is humbling I still don't know how to cope My mind is always on the run Yet my body stays forever frozen I always find myself stunned At the paths of which I've chosen My best never seems good enough My best self can't compete Every single day seems tough My worst self is hard to defeat Constantly in a state of depression Even when life's going well It is a different kind of oppression Being trapped in your own personal hell I know things could be worse But things could always be better Thinking I'll only find peace in a hearse Only content when I'm six feet under I think of all the people id leave behind I think about their sadness But if only they could read my mind Witness my mind's madness