Social Media Is Ruining My Entire Life ~ Dr. John Delony

All right.

So now I wanna take that similar trend line and bring it into your in-laws' house over Thanksgiving

ThanksgivingMm-hmm.

Strangely, you're walking into that door trying to make all these people make you feel okay on the inside of your skin.

And my suggestion to you is that's not their job.

Hmm.

It's you asking not the need question, 'cause I think that can be over-dramatized sometimes.

I think you asking, "What do I want?" And often the deeper question here is, I don't wanna be around those people either.

And that leads to a harder conversation with your husband, which is, is there a possibility we could do Thanksgiving differently this year?

Hmm.

I want to, for one year at least, have a Thanksgiving or a Christmas where I cannot wait to walk in the front door of wherever it is we're going.

Not I wanna walk in hoping that I can sing and dance, that everybody will like me.

Oh gosh, I don't think that person just cut their eyes.

Oh gosh, they're not g- now I feel weird.

Everybody's thinking about the affair, the affair, the affair.

They're not.

They're thinking about the mashed potatoes and whatever.

But there's one person that doesn't like you and decides to act like a four-year-old about it and ignores you, right? You see what I'm saying?

Mm-hmm.

It's this outsourcing of responsibility to somebody else make me feel a little bit more alive and okay and at peace in my own skin.

So what is your sug- suggestion for continually growing in, like, the worst aspects of it?

You write that woman who was about to go for the very first affair, write her a letter.

As she was getting into the car to go meet with somebody, and her husband was at home, and that woman whose heart was racing 100 miles an hour and kind of didn't black out, but was pretty intentional, but like, "I'm gonna go do this thing." Like, who made that choice.

Write her a letter and tell her that you still love her.

And tell her, "I know how much you're hurting, and if I could do anything, I'd go back and hug you and say, 'Don't do this.

All right.

So now I wanna take that similar trend line and bring it into your in-laws' house over Thanksgiving

ThanksgivingMm-hmm.

Strangely, you're walking into that door trying to make all these people make you feel okay on the inside of your skin.

And my suggestion to you is that's not their job.

Hmm.

It's you asking not the need question, 'cause I think that can be over-dramatized sometimes.

I think you asking, "What do I want?" And often the deeper question here is, I don't wanna be around those people either.

And that leads to a harder conversation with your husband, which is, is there a possibility we could do Thanksgiving differently this year?

Hmm.

I want to, for one year at least, have a Thanksgiving or a Christmas where I cannot wait to walk in the front door of wherever it is we're going.

Not I wanna walk in hoping that I can sing and dance, that everybody will like me.

Oh gosh, I don't think that person just cut their eyes.

Oh gosh, they're not g- now I feel weird.

Everybody's thinking about the affair, the affair, the affair.

They're not.

They're thinking about the mashed potatoes and whatever.

But there's one person that doesn't like you and decides to act like a four-year-old about it and ignores you, right? You see what I'm saying?

Mm-hmm.

It's this outsourcing of responsibility to somebody else make me feel a little bit more alive and okay and at peace in my own skin.

So what is your sug- suggestion for continually growing in, like, the worst aspects of it?

You write that woman who was about to go for the very first affair, write her a letter.

As she was getting into the car to go meet with somebody, and her husband was at home, and that woman whose heart was racing 100 miles an hour and kind of didn't black out, but was pretty intentional, but like, "I'm gonna go do this thing." Like, who made that choice.

Write her a letter and tell her that you still love her.

And tell her, "I know how much you're hurting, and if I could do anything, I'd go back and hug you and say, 'Don't do this.