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<\/p>\nIt’s hard to tell where exactly one goes when the emotional state of mind collapses into disrepair, or at least the strong feeling of such. \u00a0When I feel the onset of panic or an anxiety attack it’s often hard to get ahead of it. \u00a0The result is inevitable crash and burn going from a state of manic to manic-depressive. \u00a0Thankfully there is help and I find great comfort in serenity, or at least the pursuit thereof.
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It’s hard to say the exact nature of loneliness because it’s different from person to person. \u00a0You also have to consider the source of loneliness. \u00a0In my case I believe I feel lonely because I grew up mostly alone, or deeply feeling so. \u00a0I’ve traced this back to my childhood and abandonment issues. \u00a0Even though I was always with my mother and siblings, our wrecked lifestyle growing up was traumatic to say the least. \u00a0Having no supportive environment as a child effectively demanded disassociation as a coping mechanism. \u00a0This kind of emotional withdrawal is a subconscious defense, or it seems to be so.
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The worst part of feeling loneliness is\u00a0the cause and effect. \u00a0What causes the feeling is isolation, whether decidedly or having little other option than to be alone. \u00a0Too much time without intimate interaction and the presence of another human will drive you crazy. \u00a0How much more does this\u00a0affect interpersonal relationships with friends and family. \u00a0How much does it impact a romantic relationship?
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When the loneliness begins to set in and all the red-flags are thrown, it’s only by decisive mental action that I can address the emotion. It isn’t easy and even as I write I think to myself it’s total BS, but there’s always one absolute and that is to always try again if failed. I try to remind myself it is only me. \u00a0I make me feel the way I do and act in response accordingly. \u00a0Only me. \u00a0I make me mad or sad and in the same respect I make me happy.<\/p>\n
… gaining or losing a romantic partner, getting or not getting a promotion, passing or not passing a college test, on and on, have far less impact, less intensity and much less duration than people expect them to have.<\/p>\n
… a recent study showing how major life traumas affect people suggests that if it happened over three months ago, with only a few exceptions, it has no impact whatsoever on your happiness.<\/p>\n
…\u00a0We synthesize happiness, but we think happiness is a thing to be found.<\/p>\n
…\u00a0Natural happiness is what we get when we get what we wanted,<\/span> and synthetic happiness is what we make when we don’t get what we wanted.<\/span> And in our society, we have a strong belief<\/span> that synthetic happiness is of an inferior kind.<\/span><\/p>\n [ted id=97 width=590 height=379]\n Dan Gilbert on TED Talks<\/a><\/span><\/div><\/div>\n Too true is the reality that no great amount of study or research and practical intellect for dealing with un-happiness and loneliness at it’s root can be of any great benefit unless applied as a kind of salve. \u00a0Then there’s the fly in the ointment. \u00a0Try as I may, it always seems to just out of reach and consequently I find it near impossible some days to cope. \u00a0When these days are present there is one certain output that does help the recovery process along nicely – good old fashioned tears… I’ve been an emotional wreck It’s hard to tell where exactly one goes when the emotional state of mind collapses into disrepair, or at least the strong feeling of such. \u00a0When I feel the onset of panic or an anxiety attack it’s often hard to get ahead of it. \u00a0The result is inevitable crash and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2741,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2737","post","type-post","status-publish","format-image","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-skinny","post_format-post-format-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2737","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2737"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2737\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2741"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2737"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2737"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}It’s still all fuzzy in my head<\/h3>\n
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