#devilstorytime I have heard people, usually in the metaphysical and spiritual communities, talk about the idea that on some level, each of us has chosen the life we are in. That we might not remember it, but some part of us chose to be born as us for some reason.
It's almost always told in this ethereal "you'll understand when you're older" sort of way, meant to comfort them that their pain is something they agreed to, and there's a reason.
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For me, it felt more like I was propelled towards anywhere I would fit, but eventually with practice, I learned to steer. I feel around until I can pick from among the places I can manifest.
Less of an agreement, and more that I could sort of see a bit of what I was in for. Sort of get what I asked for.
No soul-sorting hat or guidance counselor or the like. No agreement with anyone.
Just everyone making their way, consciously or not.
I don't know all the consequences before I do it.
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I think my main point is, I don't think anyone should _blame_ themselves for "choosing" a life that is rough. I don't think it's because you signed some kind of contract with someone to go through a meat-grinder, or be beholden to some other entity, mortal or spirit.
You aren't under contract. It's not your fault. You didn't ask for it.
And if you did, that doesn't mean you deserve it, or can't change your mind.
@AskTheDevil I agree. I didn't choose to be trans, I didn't choose to be a young mom, I didn't choose to be mentally ill, yet so many think that is all about choices. I came out because I knew I was finally safe with good people to do so, I gave my children life because I knew no other way to live and had no access to care to end those pregnancies earlier on, I took the road for self work to recover and heal from the abuse and trauma. It wasn't a choice, it was life or death.
@AskTheDevil I've had former coworkers try to encourage me to attend church instead of seeking mental health help because God and Jesus heals all except I left the church and that faith when I was fifteen and saw how poorly they treated anyone that was different. When life hands you a broke rod and expects you to live by it, break the rod and build your own road, that's what I say to that.