Thank you alias, and welcome to the board. I look forward to more of your posts.
Seven
i asked my therapist if it is possible for a patient to be re-traumatized during the course of treatment.
confronting memories over and over again.
painting mental images even more graphic to replace the vague ones i once had-is this a good thing?
Thank you alias, and welcome to the board. I look forward to more of your posts.
Seven
i asked my therapist if it is possible for a patient to be re-traumatized during the course of treatment.
confronting memories over and over again.
painting mental images even more graphic to replace the vague ones i once had-is this a good thing?
Waiting,
Surely if she endured it-so can you.
I never believed this until I heard it from you. I saw for myself that it could be done. You are the living proof that I needed to see. One day far into the future I'll hopefully take my own grand daughter by the hand and show her an old photograph I've kept all these years. I will show it to her and tell her, "this woman was my inspiration during a very difficult time in my life. I was able to hang on because she saw something in me that I couldn't see myself. I believe I am here today
because this woman unselfishly took the time to encourage me and dared me to live. She gave me hope. Sometimes we find angels in the most unlikely places." That woman is you, waiting. I guess I have come a long way and you are even wiser than when I first met you here.
Before you gag completely on all the sweetness in the above paragraph I'll end it now. I'd end this post with a *hug* but am afraid of getting a cyber brick upside the head from way down south in dixie. But I think you know how I feel. Seven
i asked my therapist if it is possible for a patient to be re-traumatized during the course of treatment.
confronting memories over and over again.
painting mental images even more graphic to replace the vague ones i once had-is this a good thing?
Red and Wendy, Thank you both for listening to the side of me that the world never sees, for your wisdom and for the encouragement to take those last few steps. This would be much more difficult without people like you.
leaving the tower was easier for me when i stopped and contemplated what the future would hold if the jws were right after all.
everlasting life on earth under threat of death if like adam, eve the devil, the israelites in fact most of the human race, i made a mistake at any time.
to live in a world run by strict elders who have been elevated to princes seemed a worse fate than death.
Great post trevor and excellent response Java!
I've often wondered, in event of the big A, if the world's nuclear power plants have adequate emergency cooling systems? Talk about the light getting brighter.
"Bring out your dead."
Edited by - sevenofnine on 22 February 2001 15:37:49
i asked my therapist if it is possible for a patient to be re-traumatized during the course of treatment.
confronting memories over and over again.
painting mental images even more graphic to replace the vague ones i once had-is this a good thing?
I asked my therapist if it is possible for a patient to be re-traumatized during the course of treatment. Confronting memories over and over again. Painting mental images even more graphic to replace the vague ones I once had-is this a good thing? And this thing that you tell me is known as panic disorder-thank you very much for that. Where did this come from? I never experienced this before, so fix it. Now. So I proceeded to cry, which I do at least once during each of my sessions. I know deep inside that I'm learning to confront situations and memories buried long ago and have conditioned myself to avoid. I'm ready to get on with the pain. There's no way around it.
Help me convince myself that this is all worth it. That I'm worth it.
That this is going to make a difference in my life. After I vented for awhile I went on to have imo, a productive session.
I don't discuss my therapy with my family. As if they'd be interested.
After all, Jehovah could help me cope with all things and strengthen me through the meetings. Foolish me.
I don't know why I'm posting this here. It's not going to help anyone so I'll quit now.
Here's a poem I copied into my journal recently:
Beyond Comprehension
*
No one hears me, understands me
I speak in silence
hoping that someone will see my words, my
hoping to find love, it has arrived so divine
I wish for a stronger, better life
filled with everlasting touch
I dream the future, but hold the past
My body is brimmed with so many confusions
Am I really here experiencing fullness?
I must be, the pain is so real
the hurt I feel could never be imagined
but I will pull throught into greatness
and destroy whatever faces into me
As I struggle I will fight until the end
Whenever it may come-L.M.
Seven
12-31-00. watchtower.
25 columbia heights.
brooklyn, ny 11201. dear brothers,.
Silent, You along with your family are in my thoughts and prayers daily. You are my hero.
* http://www.findlaw.com/14firms/legalaid.html
* http://www.sexoffender.com/
surviving and living,
Seven
hello all,.
just letting you know that the second issue of my newsletter, life after the watchtower is finally done.
you can find it at <a href=" http://www.geocities.com/graendal54/doubts.html">proclaiming the truth about the "truth".
Thanks Moridin...especially for JW's & the media link.
THANK YOU, Six, for the visual treat!
i was in england on business last week and took the opportunity to visit my jw parents for an afternoon before returning to the london area for a flight today (saturday).
i had a pleasant time with them but i carefully avoided certain topics.
i almost couldn't resist saying something at some points but i let it pass.
Thirdson, I attended one prom before we were assimilated, but no more cheerleading, homecoming or foreign exchange student participation(my one regret). I went to my graduation with only my father there to see me. After the ceremony I gave my Dad my diploma, cord, and tassel(wonder if he still has these)and exited through the side door. I wasn't going to explain one more freaking time to the parents of kids that I grew up with and slept over at their houses and vacationed with-why I couldn't stop over and have a bite to eat on the open house circut. What a crock.
I look at what's going on in the lives of some of the kids in my cong now and not much has changed.
my thoughts and prayers are with dale's family and associates tonight.. i loved the man-he was simply the best.
may he rest in peace.
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My thoughts and prayers are with Dale's family and associates tonight.
I loved the man-he was simply the best. May he rest in peace.
Seven