At one point, “I don’t care” became my motto. After a sequence of unfortunate events that were beyond my control (war, losing a much loved uncle at 46, friends moving away), I went from feeling responsible for everything to not caring about (and not taking responsibility for) anything.
Over time, I convinced myself that I was better off not caring. I was freeing myself from disappointment and pain.
Turns out I was doing the exact opposite.
Instead of actively accepting how life’s events played out, I passively gave up on life. I became a bystander in my own life—I was drowning in apathy.