English, 17.01.2022 15:30, gia2038

What issues do you think are important to your life? Why isa it important to analyze them?

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I used to think I needed a million things to be happy. Now it seems pointless. Depression has a way of slowly melting away all the nonsense and separating it from whatever is vital enough to remain. What still drives me, right now, what still gets me to wake up and move and put one leg in front of the other? Maybe it’s a desire for a warm embrace. Kind words spoken by the only one I really want them from, really need them from, right now.

But she doesn’t say them. She says nothing. I say nothing. I want to say many things but the words can’t seem to come out of my mouth. And it’s so tiresome to pretend, to be okay. To pretend to be happy, cheerful, excited. I used to bring my daughters to bed and tell long stories out the top of my head, about magical creatures and adventures and epic battles, about travels and journeys to faraway lands to redeem a character I made up mere minutes before and now that imagination I once had is just… halted. Everything is halted.

And I suppose yes, I should analyze these things. The why. The how. One thing that saddens me is a plan I’ve had to escape. It is so close and yet it never seemed further. Maybe I can still make it. I want to feel the sun on my skin again. That’s all that’s left.

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There are a lot of issues in my life that are important to me, but I want to focus on three in particular: protectiveness of loved ones, loyalty, and selflessness. I'll address each in the order they are written. I am a very protective person, especially over friends and family. Regarding their safety, I will do absolutely anything to make sure they are safe. There is no line I won't cross, no limit to what I will do to protect the ones I love.

The next is loyalty. I am a fiercely loyal individual, a trait I am finding very lacking in today's society. If I trust someone, really trust them, I will always be loyal to them. Period. There's no changing my mind or anything. It's probably the reason I'm such a devoted person. I'm the type of person that only loves once, and my loyalty to my partner is through the roof. I think she knows that too, which is probably one of the reasons she loves me so much.

And the final one is selflessness. I don't like asking for help, especially if I feel it with burden on inconvenience someone. I don't like to open up a lot about myself and so I usually like to help others with their problems. I like to listen, understand the problem, and then advice and formulate different solutions to their problems. For instance, if a friend is feeling sad or depressed and I am in the same spot emotionally, I purposely will reveal nothing and keep it to myself to help said friend through their difficult time. It's just the way I've been for awhile now.

There are a lot of other issues as well, but I thought these would be enough.

answered: Guest

the answer is actually c i just got done with the test.

answered: Guest

showing or suffering from nervousness, fear, or a lack of confidence

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