Its Not My Fault!

Really Its Not!

Sounds like a cop out doesn’t it? Well guess what? Not only is it not a cop out, but its a good way to keep yourself out of the dark cellar where feeling sorry for yourself runs rampant. I know this because visiting this location used to be on my docket of events to do on a regular basis. Never liked it then and definitely don’t do it now.

But all kidding aside from a logical point of view its not and taking my advice on this thinking might well be the best advise you have ever embraced.

So Is Your Signature on the Dotted Line?

So here’s the consent form you should have filled out prior to you taking your first breath. I your name do here in agree to my being born. Now my first question as your confidant is to ask, did you sign such a consent agreement? If you did I would love to see it, but sense says no and no means no.

So here’s my leap of logic on this thinking. Whether this makes sense or not you would be better advised to say it to yourself because all of us have dead bodies lying all around the path of life we have been following. And most of the bodies are the result of bad judgment on our part.

So stop denying you need help and just do what I’m suggesting to you. Its kind of like taking your medicine even thought going down it tastes like crap. Well it might taste like crap but believe it or not it’s going to improve the quality of your life and that my friend is the greatest kind of medicine you can give yourself. Just think of me as your family doctor and this thought is a new prescription that’s going to cure your situation. So take your medicine and then just enjoy feeling better.


Don L. Terrill

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