Earlier this week, somebody in my office asked
What’s wrong with me?
I immediately replied, “Nothing.”
Throughout the therapy session, I said, “What was that question again?” And she repeated
What’s wrong with me?
And each time, I responded, “Nothing.”
By the end of the session, she was asking different, more helpful questions, including:
- What’s right with me?
- What are my options?
- What can I change?
- What are my needs?
- What do I want?
All this week, I’ve been asking
What’s wrong with me?
And I’ve been answering myself like so:
My heart.
What’s wrong with that? I mean, I do have a a heart with congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries (cctga).
However, it doesn’t help me, either, to ask
What’s wrong with me?
Does it ever help you to ask
What’s wrong with me?
What’s wrong with me assuming that it doesn’t help?
What’s wrong with these pictures I took yesterday?
A better question is “What’s right with those pictures?”
What’s wrong with me asking for comments or thanking you for reading this, today?
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What’s good about your heart? I know, I know, answering a question with a question. What’s wrong with that?
Answers to your questions:
1. Lots.
2. Nothing.
I think there is no right or wrong answer for the question. Any answer is good here 🙂
What a great answer!
What’s right with these photos is that they made me smile and some made me laugh. What a great way to start the day. Wishing you and Michael and Aaron a wonderful and ‘everything that is right’ kind of weekend. Hugs, Carol
What’s right with you and with this comment, Carol? Everything! ❤
Time to focus on what’s right with each of us, Ann, and that is “a lot”. Too bad we don’t realize that. 💕
What’s right with you, Van? A lot!!!!!! ❤
Your heart could be described as unique and rare in all senses of those words. How many people can say that? That’s how badass people roll.
My answer to that question was “everything” for a long time, now it’s “it’s complicated.” Haha
It is complicated! What’s wrong with this comment? Nothing! ❤
Sometimes, it is easier to see the things that are wrong with ourselves than it is to take inventory of the blessings. Once that process starts, it is difficult to reverse. Guity as charged, your honor.
I am honored by your righteous presence here, Ray.
Your heart and the person who asked “What’s wrong with me?” have something in common: there’s nothing wrong with either one. Your heart is different, but why should your heart, or the person who asked what was wrong with them, fit in when they stand out? Your heart needs different care than most but that doesn’t make it “wrong”. To borrow a few lines from Stephen Crane,
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”
Even as I write it though I worry such intense optimism means there’s something wrong with me.
What’s wrong with you, Chris? Nothing. Never worry again.
There are more than a few things wrong with me, that’s for sure, but nothing that would make me undeserving of a great breakfast out with someone who thinks I’m close enough to perfect.
I think you’re close to perfect, too. ❤
You are so wonderful!
Thank you so much, wonderful Julie!
Happy Easter.
Same to you, Carl.
Ann, I like the other five questions she asked. Perfect questions to ask yourself if you’re feeling a need for reassurance, I think.
Perfect comment, Carol.
Everything’s right with the pictures. A collage of whimsy and affirmations. What’s wrong with me or you is a pointless question. We all look through different glasses and see either negative/positive or a combination, which in the grand scheme of things is all just an outlook, but not important, but can be very effective in controlling our lives. Positive affirmations when the negatives creep in, draws positive energy to you and nourishes the soul. 🙂 Happy Easter weekend, Ann.
Thank you for the positive energy of this soul-nourishing comment, Olga.
There is no wrong in radical acceptance. Embrace, breathe, and know that there is much that is not known…. And there is much that you intuitively know within you.
Enjoy this holiday weekend and those around you who believe. It’s such good energy to nourish ourselves 🐥
Love the good energy and radical acceptance you bring, Val.
You always make us think. And feel. What I hate about life (which I don’t really hate anything) is that somehow our emotions and our psyche always makes us question ourselves. Our goals. We all say, “What’s wrong with me?” Instead we should be asking “What’s wrong with the world?” I don’t know we evolve to the point where everyone else’s opinions mean more than the truth in our own heart. And it’s hard to be different — and be okay with it. So there is nothing wrong with you. OR me.
There is nothing wrong with this comment, Claudia. Thanks for making me think and feel, as usual. ❤
With my chronic health condition, I always know full well “what’s wrong with me.” Maybe that’s why I try to focus on other things — not so much with “what’s right with me” but with things that have very little to do with me. Having chronic issues taught me that the world doesn’t revolve around me. (I would have preferred to read that lesson in a book, but whatever!)
Thanks for the lessons and wisdom you bring, Elyse.
I wonder what radical acceptance is?
“Radical Acceptance means completely and totally accepting something from the depths of your soul, with your heart and your mind. You stop fighting reality. When you stop fighting you suffer less.”
Alas, this is a comment my Dad makes far too often. I try to get him to focus on things outside the self.
Nothing wrong with your response, Robert.
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