My choices in life have led me to allow others to disrespect me. I’ve allowed it and just stopped noticing when it is happening. So then I don’t stop it from happening and it just keeps continuing. How did I find out I was being disrespected? I told my man some things that were said …
I’m just going to be completely honest and tell you I’m feeling extremely emotional and scared about my upcoming session this afternoon. Last week I was left feeling drained after my first session of schema-therapy and rescripting (link in previous post). During the session I closed my eyes and found my safe place first, then …
“Flash those bright neon flickering signs at me and I still won’t see them “ Or should I say I chose to ignore them? I am very good at seeing and hearing things I want to see and hear. Sometimes it’s good out in public, because I miss the really bad things I prefer not …
And so the story continues… I met a lovely kind young man when I went to a club with my friends one night. I can see where I ruined not only my life but a very good mans life too. Looking back is a curse. I can clearly see now that I chose him because …
I’ve been struggling with sharing my past , not from shame but I feel like it could turn into a very long drawn out story of my life. But I also feel like there needs to be an explanation of how I got here. E.
I wish I knew this years ago!!! I always did what was “right” by everyone else’s standards. Ever heard of WWJD? What Would Jesus Do… well it was more like “how can I do this and make my parents/church happy and keep them off my back?” I just wanted to live and do what other …
I guess I became scared and insecure about whether people would still love me if they knew the truth … Doing what was “right” I was never one of those children who pushed the boundaries very far. The boundaries I pushed were like watching tv instead of doing my chores or homework, going to the …
This one is going to take a while… Well unlike The Eve of Creation, I started life like everyone else, being born into a loving family. I was the first child for a religious couple in the late 70’s. A father who was raised by two very dysfunctional parents and a mother raised by very …