Syndicated from: yeah.. that too…

Sometimes there is just no limit to how blind and stupid you can get.

You spend your life thinking one thing and then something happens that throws you off track so bad, your eyes tear, your blood slows, you fall down and scrape your knees and the cracks and sores take years to heal.

And then it scabs over and hardens into something bitter and sad and then you spend every moment regretting what happened and why.

Time heals all wounds? I have yet to experience that. 

Syndicated from: Here I Am.

60% walon ke naam hain wahan.

Aur mera nahi hai.

Vut unfairnezz.

-There is no other Maryam Reza in GCU. Spashul feelings.

Syndicated from: Here I Am.

When do you decide that this is where you draw the line?

Where’s the border between being a counselor and being a personal friend?

How do you know when you’ve done enough?

How do you decide that you can’t go further?

How do you stop yourself from trying?

They all tell us that there comes a point when you just can’t do any more for your client. No matter how much you want to. They tell us that we can’t help everyone. That there’s a full stop here somewhere.

What they don’t tell is how. How do you do all that?

How do you hold yourself back from thinking that maybe, maybe, just this time.. You can help a little more.

Syndicated from: Here I Am.