tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918105604270007470.post2569093478976032494..comments2023-10-09T15:47:14.355-04:00Comments on And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?: "Everything happens for a reason"Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241931590875029855noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918105604270007470.post-81931147066852763172009-02-09T21:10:00.000-05:002009-02-09T21:10:00.000-05:00"Everything happens for a reason"....God, I hate t..."Everything happens for a reason"....God, I hate that one.<BR/><BR/>I always used to be a firm believer in it. 100%. But then Charley had to go and die, and it fucking pisses me off if there was a "reason" for it, or a purpose, or something I was supposed to learn or that was to help me become a better person. <BR/><BR/>There was nothing wrong with me before. I was a perfectly nice, caring, responsible, empathetic person. It's not like there was something "wrong" with either Charley or me and that death was our punishment. But...it's still a nasty voice in my head.<BR/><BR/>And I still fucking hate that sometimes I CAN see a reason for it, why it happened to me, for how it's helped me connect with other people or to help them through it too. And I still hate that it happened or that I'm supposed to maybe morph this shit road into something positive, so nice "spin."<BR/><BR/>But yeah...when I'm not so pissy about it, I can see a reason for it too. I'm not happy about it, and I certainly don't like it...but yeah...I do too. And I have to have some hope that it can be put to a GOOD reason.<BR/><BR/>Hugs,<BR/>CandiceCandicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11637366044613952294noreply@blogger.com