Most of us have chosen some form
of addiction that gets us through, and lots of addictive choices are
sanctioned to be OK by our culture. Imagine, as an
adult you get a splinter and dam it hurts or a hang nail, it is painful,
and if your unfortunate to have something serious than you will
experience true oneness with the universe through pain.
All of us are sensitive. Emotional abuse is mostly invisible and twists,
confuses. Because it is not always physical, may seem less harmful and easier to be in denial than physical abuse. We bury the pain of horrendous childhood, by denying the memories, understanding and forgiving our parents. It is OK to understand. OK to forgive, not to forget, not to bury the memories, the anger, the fear, the sadness, the years of tears. It takes being an
adult to finally realize what went wrong. That general malaise, that addiction that keeps on returning. That near death catastrophe hopefully takes you to a Therapist preferably an Orgone Therapist.
I was handed a lot of abuse and hid from all of it. I had trouble getting to the core of myself, and because of that expressing myself was never a strong point. I distracted myself and had lousy memory. Being blind, deaf, to the the neglect is a formula for
survival as a baby; as an adult a formula for miserable addiction or unaware addiction. Since I was
left out, neglected, tortured by "well meaning doctors", I had to learn to express my anger, my fear, my tears
in an appropriate setting.
Therapy is hard but therapy allowed me to survive.
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