I admit it. I read 'em. All of them. Self help books are not only on my book shelf, they're in my bathroom, in my car, my purse. If you didn't know me, you might think that I'm a real whack job with deep emotional problems. I'm not. Yikes. I hope I'm not. But I read them to keep in check. At this age, if you can't start addressing any of your problems, well, then the rest is your fault. There does come a time when it IS your responsibility and not your parents....who are sick of having to say sorry for the 10,000th time. Look around, EVERYONE is slightly messed up. It's OK. It's the human condition. It's how you react to life that matters. I chose to be happy and not miserable. This is not to say that sometimes I don't enjoy a bit of misery. That's when the books get cracked open. So that I can reset and not wallow in momentary self-pity.
So, don't be afraid! March up to the self-help section and grab a few! And use them as back-up happiness when you're feeling the craps. Post sticky notes on your mirrors....tell yourself how great you are and that you can do it! (just take them down before company comes.....I learned that lesson the hard way)
Here's a book I love!
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