Life is full of a lot of things - positive and negative. We do things that hurt us and other people. We also do things that positively benefits us and the people we care about.
Subjectively, I think one of the most unique qualities of being human is the fact that we are not perfect. Though we can be good, nice and all, but then, there is always that one characteristics we have that other people (including us) may see as negative.
At the the moment, I don't really think there is an attitude I have that is negatively impacting me. However, I once had an attitude that actually impacted me negatively. It affected my health, thinking and mentality in general. Thankfully, I was able to let go of that attitude. Currently, the only thing I can think of is self development, progress and attaining success. If you want, you can see my perspective of success here.
So, here, I would share a story of the attitude I had that negatively impacted me. I actually shared this attitude in a post I made about 2 weeks ago, The One Thing I Hate The Most.
I've not actually been this calm, chill and serious with my health and wellbeing. Infact, the life I once lived was filled with a lot of health risks. My intake of psychoactive substances were on the high side as I was influenced by a very good friend to take these substances.
Back then, smoking was a norm. I tasted diverse types of grass I could get my hands on, including weed, arizona (SK), loud, mali, meth, just name it. Taking shisha and cigar were like breathing air. I also engaged in drinking alcohol. However, I didn't do hard drugs though. I'm not saying that smoking is bad... Welp..... From a medical perspective its actually very bad, but then, if it works well for you and you don't think it's bad, then who I'm I to say to you that it's bad. I mean, you have your life... you know the side effects of these psychoactive substances and you also know it's consequences, so, if you feel like it's good for you after having these knowledge, then, yes, it's good for you.. However, to me, subjectively, I currently think that smoking is not just bad, but it's very very bad. My personal thoughts though.
I lived like this for like a month or so. I grew more addicted to these psychoactive substances with each day that passed by. I could be hungry, and instead of buying food food, I would buy these substances and then, buy snacks. Back then, we do call snacks curing. I don't know what they call it now.
During that time, I was actually not myself. My mental health, most especially, was never stable. I swinged from one mood to the other. Anxiety and fear became the order of the day. I was alert, but proper concentration became hard to achieve. Hand tremor was present, though not too obvious unless you look well.
Basically, my life was shit back then. Thankfully, I was not actually addicted to these substances. If you want to know how I became like this, you may want to read the post above.
Anyways, I joined this life willingly, so, when I realised it's time to leave, I also left willingly, though it was harder than expected. My withdrawal was not very smooth. I relapsed a couple of times, but then, I made full recovery by avoiding any form of unprescribed psychoactive substance.
Thank you for reading.
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