Positivity is the thing right now, sometimes exhaustingly so. I’m very happy for those people for whom it works, but sometimes I find it all too much. And I know that I’m not the only one.
Positive people are said to be brave, especially if they are dealing with extreme difficulties in their lives. But sometimes I think that admitting that you see the world as a glass half emptyis ever braver, because apparently many people don’t want to hear that. We’re supposed to be perkily positive at all times, maybe not always for our benefit. Sometimes I wonder if it’s more for the benefit of those around us.
Yet as we suppress our true feelings, we’re being told to validate the emotions of our children. Hmm.