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Depression and anxiety
Depression and anxiety
Past and future they mix in mine to live, the tendency of the therapies to resort emergenciais, the lack of the peace, and the questionamento: Will it be that in some moment I survived only my present? Today with half a century of life, with still adolescent characteristics, I am very often changeable, inconsistent, but I assume what it is.
And, I see many people different in the nuances of the life, they feign the hypocrisy in day by day, and they are not assumed really.
Wanting hardly it will tread in somebody else's head, that bothers me. The world does that I thought about facts that demarcated my past, on the insecurity in the future that I have, but I maintain inside me, the infinite connection with God, without going to the churches, but recognizing what It Links it raised us, did the similarity itself to us, and very often, I speak with Him as if she was a child, other times, when adolescent was incited to revolt, and others a wanting adult.
Perhaps therefore the depression and the anxiety there always walk literalmente friends of my side, from in my life, not that it does not need a therapist, but I accept myself so, and know what being ups and downs, I can be happy in my way.
Many persons are also so, only they are not accepted, and mistreat the rest, I wanted only to find at my heart the peace and to delight beside the Faith, which I know very often if weakened compensation, things of the life, things of Tereza, this is my real nature.
Alquimicamente a person who would like that the Magic of the Love, of the Truth, of the Justice was seen by any world, and the Respect to the nature, was worthwhile, and what only so, we would cure of the bad things of the mind and would live really like God's children. But, we want very much and very often we despise up to our matter, and let ourselves succumb for superficial vanities that put an end once and for all to our moral.
Or then, we relive in the heights of the century XXI Sodoma and Gomorra epic cities of the Bible in our days, soon, soon, all we will become statues of salt.
Tereza Cristina G Castro, writer.
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Depression and anxiety
