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Adam: Yeah. How the hell is this chick I’m trying to impress going to care about me, or why should this boss or school teacher or counselor—Yeah. There was a long time in my life where I just did a simple math which is—where if my own mom doesn’t appear to give a shit, why should I ask this guy who I don’t even know for anything. And yeah, I did a lot of therapy, and I probably worked my way back to zero on that.
Paul: Dead. A feeling of deadness.
Adam: Get up and do it. Just get the fuck up and do it. You feel depressed? Go for a jog. You feel too depressed to go for a jog? Go another mile. Just push your ass off, and start pushing yourself. And, I know it sounds sort of—it’s a little ‘pie in the sky’ and it’s like ‘you don’t understand depression.’ I understand depression. I had many years of physically feeling like I couldn’t get out of bed. Like—
Adam: Yeah. If I die, I die. And who cares? And you know, I rode a motorcycle—I would ride my motorcycle with a bald back tire in the rain, and my tool bags around my neck to work—
Paul: Wow.
Adam: and, you know, it was like, look if I get killed, I get killed. If I don’t, I don’t. It was no—I had no worth, and it didn’t matter. And so I would do things that were inherently dangerous, but I didn’t think about them.
Paul: Right.
Adam: And, I was never like, ‘you don’t deserve to live’ and I was never like, ‘you deserve everything in life’—
Adam: Pick it up, don’t look at it, don’t think about it. For me it started always with the coffee mug that would be rattling around the passenger floor of my truck.
Paul: Yeah.
Adam: I’d stare at it, ‘pick it up.’
Paul: ‘I can’t possible pick that up.’
Adam: ‘I’ll get it tomorrow. No get it now. You know what, it can stay till tomorrow. Yeah but then you’ll bring another mug in there and it’s gonna clank around and the handle’s gonna break.’ And I realized, I just spent twenty minutes sitting in my—
Paul: Right.
Adam: Don’t spend twenty minutes staring at the mug—
Paul: Just do it.
Adam: Pick it up, don’t look at it, don’t think about it. For me it started always with the coffee mug that would be rattling around the passenger floor of my truck.
Paul: Yeah.
Adam: I’d stare at it, ‘pick it up.’
Paul: ‘I can’t possible pick that up.’
Adam: ‘I’ll get it tomorrow. No get it now. You know what, it can stay till tomorrow. Yeah but then you’ll bring another mug in there and it’s gonna clank around and the handle’s gonna break.’ And I realized, I just spent twenty minutes sitting in my—
Paul: Right.
Adam: Don’t spend twenty minutes staring at the mug—
Paul: Just do it.
Normalizes what so many others feel but have been too fearful or ashamed to express… remarkable.” -Psychology Today
emotional neglect
Dr. Webb: Yes, um, well, mental health professionals tend – actually, the book is about emotional neglect, which is not the same thing as physical neglect. Physical neglect is when a child goes to school without shoes in the winter, or has no coat, um, or not enough food and so that gets confused with emotional neglect, but also, uh, emotional neglect gets confused with abuse, emotional abuse, which is something that a parent does to a child – calling them names, or insulting them, or hurting their – hurting them purposely, emotionally, whereas emotional neglect is the opposite of that – it’s when a parent fails to do something that they really need to do for the child.
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