Perhaps all of our anxiety is not caused by broken brains but by working nonstop, missing out on time with our friends and families because we are all so busy 'hustling' and 'grinding' just to survive in an immoral economic system skewed to favor a very few at the top while leaving the rest of the country to fend for itself.
Interpretation
The quote highlights that our anxiety may stem from constant work and neglecting relationships, rather than mental health issues.
Kirsten Powers suggests that many people experience anxiety not necessarily due to psychological disorders, but rather as a result of societal pressures, where individuals are compelled to work tirelessly in a flawed economic system. This relentless pursuit, often referred to as 'hustling' and 'grinding,' leads to the neglect of vital personal connections with friends and family, which are crucial for well-being.
In practice
This quote can be used in a self-care workshop to emphasize the importance of relationships over relentless work.
Rather than teach women how to negotiate with sexists or shrink themselves down to 'likeable' size, perhaps the solution would be for employers to stop being sexist. In the meantime, women will continue to be blamed for their lower salaries.
All together now: Women don't cause sexual harassment, harassers do.
People will make a life in their own terms, whether they are deaf or colorblind or autistic or whatever. And their world will be quite as rich and interesting and full as our world.
because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.
Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.
After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.
But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap. He drew a deep breath. ‘Well, I’m back,’ he said
Most people spend their entire lives on a fantasy island called 'Someday I'll.'
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