Mental abuse

I have learned something this past week. More then the fact… that I NEVER want to be as bitter of a person as my mother. 

I’ve learned that being a bitter person brings everyone around you to a dark mental state. 
A state of mind that requires more then just waking each morning and putting on the full armor of God. 

I’ve learned that each morning is new and fresh, it can easily spiral downhill if you surround yourself with people that have mental disorders. Especially if they are in denial about it. 
Some say that if you are a strong Christian, then you need to just pray for more patience in dealing with people that have mental disorders. And that it’s about you, not them. And that if your blood pressure is raising just thinking about an individual, then you simply have not arrived yet. Pray harder…

And that you need to reach a place of mental state yourself, that nothing phases you. 

Not even others who bring you down.

And while they all sounds good in theory. And something to thrive for, I’ve recently drawn the conclusion that THAT is BS. Very bad advice.

If you are generally a positive, relaxed, type of person, and suddenly find your own mental state of mind MORE, then challenged, when you are around certain people, then you have no business being around those people. Family, friends, or the alike. 

You should NOT feel guilty protecting yourself from other people that bring you down. 
Physically, or mentally.

You need to free yourself from the mind frame, that you can help someone that simply is not ready to accept your help. 
It’s very foolish to keep thinking that you can open a persons eyes that are blind. 
It’s hard to watch the demise of another human being. Especially if it’s a close friend or family member. But it’s even worst enabling them. Being their punching bag.
And I’m not talking about someone who you occasionally disagree with. No. I’m talking about trying to have an adult conversation with someone who always plays victim, and has something negative to say about everything and everyone.

Someone who starts their mornings complaining, and ends each day with complaints. 

Someone who wakes in the middle of the night to scream. Someone who thinks the world revolves around them, and they are somehow entitled because they have had a bad childhood, or rough life, bad relationships, no mother, no father, etc. 

The poor me syndrome. 

And while I do still consider myself an empath. 

People can only play victim for so long. Perhaps some people don’t realize how soul sucking they make everyone around them. Perhaps there is a reason no one ever wants to be around them. 

If more negative words come out of your mouth then positive…. in a twenty-four hour day… then perhaps you are the problem. Not everyone else. 

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One thought on “Mental abuse

  1. Oh, I totally agree. There’s a reason many of us must love family and friends from afar.
    Wake up in the middle of the night to scream? Heavens to Betsy! I’d be finding a hotel–or calling 9-1-1.
    Prayers. Or come here next time.

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