I’m moody. It’s hard for me to say that without typing lol a..

I’m moody. It’s hard for me to say that without typing lol after it though, because even when I feel like this I usually still find it funny. Do you laugh at your own misfortunes? I’m finding it very hard in therapy to tell my traumatic stories with a straight face. I’ve heard that people use humour as a coping method; yet it seems wildly inappropriate to giggle while recalling the things I am. In any case I am drained today. I’m going to try and somehow swing this post back to reminding everyone to act more like Jesus, as was the lesson in one of my last vids. When one disregards their biblical knowledge/bias and goes back to their most basic comprehension of who Jesus was. What are the traits that come to mind: selfless, blind acceptance, giving of one’s entire being, sacrifice, compassion, feeding, cleansing, repairing, healing. You can take any suffering person and give them these things; of which cost very little and change their entire quality life (even if just for a brief reprieve), provide hope, and the feeling of being important in this world.
it’s our ego, and our pride that stops us from being as good to the world as we can be. Bitterness, resentment, conceitedness, judgment. Those aren’t Jesus qualities and they have no benefit whether you’re religious or not. Most adults don’t know how to ask for that kind of care; or even realize they’re missing it because for better or worse just about everyone out there seems extremely selfish to me. Men, women and everyone in between. We seem to be a very self centred society and everyone is mostly miserable that way. I am happiest when serving others over myself and it’s no wonder that as those who I focussed that attention on before (my k I d s/their dad) have developed their own little lives and I have no where to put that energy I am feeling a bit lost. I really really really like taking care of things. People and pets. In 2021, I had a breakdown and was admitted for 8 days into a crisis centre. The first day there they just let me sleep. But they checked in on me through the night, and I’m a light enough sleeper to notice when they cracked open the door. It reminded me of what I did/do to all my family every night before I go to sleep to make sure they’re settled, sleeping and no one needs me. The next morning they had breakfast ready and waiting for me, had my pills ready to go with water, and one of the care workers squeezed my shoulder as they walked by. I remember bursting out crying because of the realization that these were basic acts of care, yet felt like I couldn’t remember the last time it had been for me. One of the most important things you can do as a human is just take care of other ones. Food/comfort/kindness; you aren’t above anyone else. No one is.