I find it amusing when I read other addicts moan on and on about how stressors continue to besiege them on a somewhat regular basis.
I think to myself, “Get OFF your pity Potty already. It’s called LIFE. Wake up!”
Perhaps this aggressive or overly assertive stance is too much for the more fragile personality. But life isn’t for the fragile or meek. Just look at nature – it’s brutal. How’d you really feel if you had to flee for your life everyday just to avoid becoming something’s lunch?
It’s all about attitude.