Poem about life

I was talking to my psychologist during one of our sessions yesterday and she mentioned how I reminded her of a poem she once read. She says my life and my situation at the moment is in the first couple of stanzas and I should work my way to the very last one. I thought about it, looked up the poem and realized how true it was. It was probably one of the best metaphorical look into my life that she has tried to show me. So, in hopes that it might relate to other ppl reading my depressing blog, I have decided to post it up. A little food for thought for all of you out there.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS Portia Nelson

1) I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost... I am hopeless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. 2) I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. 3) I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in...it's a habit My eyes are open; I know where I am; It is my fault. I get out immediately. 4) I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. 5) I walk down another street.