Choices
Written by Sophie on Thursday, October 25, 2007
Making choices can be a really hard thing. Deciding between short term choices and long term ones can be even harder. Which is more important to you? Short term benefits that may not get you anywhere or long term benefits that take a while to gain?
You all know my circumstances, I don’t need to go over it again. My dad and my councillor got me thinking about my choices lately and I gotta say, I have the warm fuzzy feeling. Last night Dad came and ASKED if I was in a safe place in World of Warcraft to come help him (that’s the first time he’s shown any regard for WoW). I was so I went out to his office in the shed. Turns out he’s writing a talk for some guys in a prison and wanted me to type it out for him. The talk is about choices.
Occasionally when people decide they want to come online their first question is always “how’s the wheeling going?” That really irritates me considering how often I’ve told people what’s going on. Then they ask me “Why aren’t you wheeling anymore?” Rest assured this not long term. I decided to make short term sacrifices so I could reap the long term rewards when I go over to the US. When I’m there I will have a man who loves me, friends who care about me (and I care about them), I’ll be doing something that I love. The other day when I was talking to my councillor we also talked about choices. She helped me see that although it may not seem like I’m moving forward I am. My debts are being paid off slowly. I’m getting closer to financial freedom. It’s that one fact that I’m clinging on to now that things are getting really tough with my parents. She told me she could see my long term goals really mean the world to me if I’m willing to go through hell with my parents to get there.
All I can say is set goals. Aspire to those long term goals you have. They will eventually happen if you set yourself up right to get them and if your lucky you will meet someone on the way to your goals who understands who you are and what you are trying to do. I’m only allowed six sessions with my councillor since she’s free, I have one left, but I think she’s done me the world of good.
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It’s good to see that you are progressing toward your long term goals. It might feel crappy, but in the long run it is worth it. Nice to hear that your dad was receptive to your needs too.
3 On 27 October, 2007, Claire said:
It just goes to show you…therapy can’t fix BIID, but if you’ve got other issues, your overall quality of life can often be improved by seeing a good therapist. And that makes the BIID a bit easier to bear.
Yeah I think that ultimately seeing a therapist can help you make sense of what you’re going through but I’ve lost the original faith that I had in therapy as far as finding a cure or cause (in my case at least). Though, speaking with someone about your feelings can definitely ease the process and with what little there is available to us, that alone seems to justify it to me.
5 On 31 October, 2007, Sophie said:
I never really went to try and find a cure, it was Mother Dearest (she hates me calling her that, I reserve that name for when she’s brassing me off) who originally went to my GP (General Practitioner aka family doctor) behind my back to make an appointment for me. I’m really fortunate in a way that he didn’t find out the real reason why I was stressed out, I was really tempted to tell him. He wasn’t terribly happy about mum making appointments without consulting with me.
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1 On 25 October, 2007, Sean said:
I’m very glad to hear that seeing the councillor helped you. :)