Why should we help others more?
When we fall in love with someone or genuinely care for someone from the heart, three hormones—oxytocin, serotonin, and dopamine—are released together in our brain.
As a result, a unique and pleasant feeling arises within us. We feel happy and joyful without any specific reason. Because dopamine is involved, our brain keeps craving that feeling again and again.
Interestingly, the same three hormones are also released together when we help someone selflessly or express gratitude sincerely.
So, if you want to live a good and happy life, try to help others selflessly or express gratitude as often as possible. Instead of getting involved in forbidden relationships, shouldn’t we focus more on helping others?
And if you want proof, try helping a helpless person selflessly today and then notice how you feel inside.
Helping others or showing gratitude does not always require money. Speaking kindly to people with a warm smile is also a form of expressing gratitude. Imagine you are walking down a road and notice some garbage lying in the middle, making it difficult for others to pass, but no one is cleaning it or removing it. If you take the initiative to remove it, through that simple act y
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I hate my father and it is eating me up inside.
My dad is an alcoholic. Always has been and seemingly always will be. I’m 17. He’s done this my entire life.
My earliest memory of him is me asking him to play with me, I was probably like 6 years old and him slurring his words and telling me he will play tomorrow. And he didn’t. I have so many memories of him not following up on things, disrespecting me and blowing off how his drinking truly affected my entire childhood.
I shouldn’t have to have memories of my dad drunkly falling twice. I shouldn’t know exactly what kind of alcohol my father gets drunk on. I shouldn’t step into a room and see a trash bag completely full of shot bottles. I shouldn’t have memories of me being little and putting cardboard shot sleeves on my legs and arms, pretending they were casts. I shouldn’t have these memories and experiences and I fucking hate my dad for putting me through them.
I hate him. And saying it feels healing but I feel so fucking guilty for it. I’ve tried giving him chances, I’ve tried convincing myself everything he does doesn’t bother me. But everything he does disrespects me. He’s a piece of shit and I act very differently with him. I’m cold. I’m distant. I’m annoyed. I give short a
Do you think are you actually loved enough?
title edit: do you think you are loved enough?
Last night I was just watching yt laying in my bed. I saw a recommendation of a video, where people reunite with their loved ones after their service in the army. Seeing them get the love made me happy. One comment in that video was about a person who's parents brother, fiancee none of them reacted happy on his return. This got me wondering. Am I not loved enough or do I fail to see it or what?. I didnt really think much after that. What do you think are u loved enough?
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