by Celtic 17 Replies latest jw friends
Smashed emotions? I prefer mashed emotions, at least then you can melt a little butter on them, maybe put a little gravy on them and all you have to worry about is the occasional lump.
Fried emotions are good too, but they're so salty and they go straight to your thighs!
Special K
sometimes now, I just know I have to let myself feel broken for a bit.. kind of helps let the pain out some more then I do something for myself that would make me feel a bit better.
This works for me, too.
{{{Celtic}}}
Remember what I said about the future, how we can't see it? That can cause a lot of the recurring pain, imho.
Two steps, first focussing on the experience of today, its joys and pains. Dealing with problems one at a time, taking the time out when we feel good to actually feel it FULLY.
Second, planning things - tomorrow, a week away, a month away, slowly working up to long-term goals.
Why don't you go out tomorrow and take us some pictures of Cornwall spring? There's a plan. It's (1) a plan/goal in the immediate and seeable future and (2) you are doing something that will bring joy to yourself and others. Making little plans like this helps me a lot when I am in that cesspool of pain.
tal
It would be a pleasure to do that, aye, you are right, thank you, lots.
Celtic
yep i agree..make an omlett fit for a king. add some steak, mushrooms, onions, peppers mmmm mmm good. and some louisiana hot sauce of course.
that egg is perfect and scrumptious. cracking its shell is the beginning of the process. without the crack the delicious entree would not exist.
I know i'm blunt sometimes-but glad it made you laugh
Sorry to hear you were feeling bad Celty; I know after a difficult beginning in life that it's very hard, if not impossible to feel 'complete, or whole or whatever it is we think everyone else feels.
I'm on the waiting list for a councellor as the last few months have had me feeling like I need some help.I'm hopefull that a fresh, outside eye will make my past and my future clearer to me.
Sometimes its good to gather together photographs of when you were younger and look at them carefully-trying to remember what you felt like inside when they were taken. It sounds a bit new agey... but works for me... you can start to 'talk' to that little sad, scared, confused child and look after them...telling them they're special and worth something and loveable...sometimes this starts to make you feel better about yourself, helping you to realise that you needed to hear this from your parents-but they failed you.
I think the reason you feel like you do sometimes could be because you're like me and don't feel you're worth loving.. After all, if our emotional development effectively stopped when we were small-then we still are, essentially, that small,sad, confused child and think we're unlovable because we did'nt experience that unconditional love we should have been surrounded with.Then we react like a child in situations too, reasoning in a destructive, self depreciating way.
The difference I find between friends that had happy, loving childhoods and those that did'nt is that the friends from happy childhoods don't blame themselves when things go wrong- or feel self pity; they have more balanced coping skills and are more positive about the future.Sometimes we can go in circles thinking the problem is us...when we might just need to get some clarity and have someone tell us why we react as we do.
I hope you're feeling better now and you're having a good day.
Dear Reboot
Aye, that's just about it in a nutshell. I too wouldn't mind putting in for some more counselling but don't really see the point of applying since the waiting list is so long, 4 months down here, or thereabouts, whats ruddy point of that? As soon as you finally get an appointment, so long has passage of time been that by the time you get to see someone, the feelings have dissipated into something else altogether. Thats what happened last time see.
When I was younger I used to get these very heightened forms of anxiety along with the various triggers and/or forms of panic attacks. After two nervous breakdowns in the past, I've learnt to recognise the warning signs of another possible impending bout of depression or whatever label we have to attach to it, in order to explain it coherently to ourselves. The signs are there, and everything is on the full alert on the inside to cope as best I can, but tis ruddy hard work every time and doesn't half take it out of you, the burning up of these energy reserves to cope.
All I want, probaly need is someone to look at my carburettor, tweak me a bit, tweak the fuel ratio, I'll be fine soon enough. I just like to be able to see a way ahead, instead of getting the feeling that there's these here blocks in the ruddy way. I'm doing something wrong obviously and need to think more reflexively once again.
PM anytime, appreciate your insights, pardon me though please for now, the boat race is due to start soon and I'm on Oxfords side as usual. Must see the build up to the race before I go off on Talesin's directive to get some pics to post here for everyone.
You take care.
All the best with my kindest regards.
Mark in Cornwall
AAAh Mark..
I have two special people in my life with the name "Mark".. I guess you will now have to be the third.
((Mark))
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Special K
My Lord has heard your "cry" and has permitted me to respond, if I may. Thank you... and peace to you!
The word of my Lord is that what folks have said here is true and good: make scrambled eggs. And that's very good advice. But that's what you do with the already "smashed" eggs, yes? What, though, of those few eggs that are still intact? Considering their inherent "fragility," coupled with our own "clumsiness" and the seemingly never-ending "jostling" of others... not to mention the fact that we are BLIND and the road is DARK... how are we to protect the remainder of our "eggs" and keep them from getting all smashed up, too? CAN we?
We can. Not only from getting smashed, but from even getting cracked. And it's quite simple, really. From HIM, we can learn:
1. To walk with a little more... "grace." That is: kindness, forgiveness, mercy. Rather than walk around pointing fingers, we can watch how and where WE walk, so as not to "jostle" others too much.
2. To walk with a little more... "humility." That is: recognizing that we don't OWN the "road," that others are walking on it, too, and so, from time to time, we may have to get out of THEIR way... or perhaps even stand still... and simply let them pass. Whichever "direction" they are "walking."
3. To walk... by FAITH... rather than by SIGHT. That is: acknowlege that we are blind and therefore MUST follow the voice of the Fine Shepherd, for he not only knows where we are to go (and that's GOOD because we certainly don't know)... but what pitfalls and potholes lay in the road before us. Thus, even if WE can't "see" them, HIS voice will guide us so as to avoid them. He will say to us, "Step here, child, for it you step there, you will stumble," and "You must walk THIS way, child, for if you go that way, you will fall," and "You must climb up THIS way, for if you go down that way, there are thieves and plunderers waiting to acost you. Follow... me."
4. To follow HIM, the TRUE Light... so as to have our "pathway" illuminated before us. And in following HIS light, which reflects on US... we, can, thereafter, let OUR "light" shine before men... so that they can find THEIR way to him, too! For that is the only place we can lead others by means of OUR light: to the TRUE Light. And it is HE, who leads us to God.
It truly does no good, dear Celtic... to look back. Why? Two reasons:
1. Because once you put your hand to the "plow," to continue looking back will only result in crooked furrows. In order to plow STRAIGHT... once has to look AHEAD... find a POINT... and KEEP one's eye on that point. So long as one does not look away... one's plow will reach that point... and one's furrow... will be straight.
2. If one continually looks back, one will not see the great rocks in front of one... and one risks ruining his/her "plowshare"... and so might be rendered unable to plow for a time... if not indefinitely. Depending on whether one can ever pull together enough "funds"... to purchase another plowshare.
The word of my Lord to you is that what is done... is done. No matter who did "it", once something is done, it cannot be un-done. The river only flows over a spot once. One can only tie one's shoe that exact way... once. True, once can un-tie the strings and re-tie them, but the original tie was done. You cannot do IT over again.
Thus, all one can do... is go from here.
I, myself, SJ, have spoken it to you, just as I have heard it from my Lord, JAHESHUA MISCHAJAH, the Son and Christ of the Most Holy One of Israel, whose name is JAH... of Armies. May His underserved kindness and mercy... and my Lord's peace... be upon you.
Your servant and a slave of Christ,
SJ
