I was reading an article in New York Times about how “prevalent” mental illness seems to be among children these days. Not because of the advances in medical science. But because it is easier to have a diagnosis than none.
And I began to think. How many times do we fall into that trap of labeling ourselves and others? How many times do we consciously or unconsciously give ourselves a role without first thinking if that role is suitable for us? How many times do we talk ourselves into failing because we assume we are failures? The countless diets we go on, because we are convinced we are too fat? The constant struggle to be bigger and better, because we think we are never good enough?
Sometimes, I need to learn to be happy with me.