Why I Rarely Take Advice
And question everything
I think back to my abusive parents and consider today that maybe they did me a favor.
By confusing my young mind with faulty beliefs and discouraging comments, I struggled against their distorted thinking.
Wait a minute, I said to myself. Maybe they’re wrong? How can I be stupid if sometimes I feel smart, and be ugly when others say I’m pretty?
I fought through all the bullshit determined to find my own mind, and when I finally did years later, I realized a valuable lesson.
I had learned the importance of questioning others, from their opinions to their criticism of me. And the more I questioned them the more I realized how little their opinions and advice meant.
And what’s more, like my parents, they resented being questioned in the first place.
Maybe it’s because I fought for my sanity all those years ago that taught me to question everything. But I’ll tell you what.
I think everyone should question advice.
My parents ideas and beliefs were twisted and intended to manipulate me. And although…
