I read a blog that mentioned joy and being scared to enjoy it. I’m paraphrasing as that’s what i gathered from it. I can’t find the post or I’d link it.
Anyway… i agree I’m too worried about having it in my life i lose out on it. I can name a handful of times i felt real joy…. after my children were born, my oldest taking my hand once, splashing through puddles. real moments of complete joy. Sadly these things have not been recent.
How do you find joy when you are trying to survive let alone thrive? It makes me sad a little. If you have insight please share if appreciate it.