Tag Archive: being real


Trying to find Balance


Now that I am aware…now that I am awake, I am trying not to be hyper-aware of everything I do I am trying not to over-analyze my thoughts and actions.  I want to be alive in my world, not just drifting slowly through it, but I also want to relax and enjoy the journey.  I want to drink in life and stop being a passive character in my own life story.  I want to be able to recognize and admit to a lifetime of abuse without drowning in this grief.  I want to realize my own self-worth without becoming self-involved.  I want to admit that I need to do things for me that make me happy without alienating the people I love.  I want to give myself permission to be happy without seeking the approval of others.  I want to be comfortable in my own skin.  I want to stop hiding behind the “everything is ok” mentality when things are so obviously broken.  I want to be able to admit to this pain that threatens to overwhelm me without making the people around me uncomfortable.  I am so tired.  So afraid.  So broken.  I am ready to shake off this cloak and lie in the sun.  I am ready… just so afraid…

Thoughts on Honesty


  

    There’s so much I don’t understand.   I long to life a life of transparent honesty, but that’s just not practical in our superficial polite society.  It’s all about what’s easy and politically correct instead of what’s real.  When someone ask, “How are you doing?” they expect a positive answer.  If you tell them the truth they are uncomfortable and don’t know what to say.  No one knows what to do with the pain.   As a culture we are not given any tools with which to deal with pain – there’s no etiquette for this.  There’s no precedence for this transparency.  This seems universally true – in work, play, school, church… there’s no room for pain.  No one really wants to know about your pain and no one wants to honestly share their pain.  Everyone wants to pretend to be ok – well-adjusted – happy – but most of us are dealing with some kind of brokenness, some kind of pain, even if we don’t quite have a name for it. 

   How do we break this habit?  Is that even possible?  Will we always be a society of isolation?  We have more methods of connecting now more than ever before – yet we have never been more alone.  All communication have become trivial and the art of sharing reality has been lost.  Gone are the days of love letters… we are in an era of romance via hallmark.  We depend on someone else to communicate our affections or not at all.  If a card or e-mail forward does not contain the feeling we wish to convey we founder – having no words of our own.  Why?  Because we are a society of observers… always watching, reading, listening – not thinking, feeling, sharing.  We surround ourselves with media in lieu of nature, we seek triviality rather than solitude – we spend our energy on status rather than investing it in another.

    Where does this leave us?  It leaves us all lost and lonely.  It leaves us in a home crowded by TV, radio, internet, video games – where two lonely people live who have forgotten how to share what is most important – themselves.

Trying to move on…


I am so afraid… I am embarking on yet another chapter of my life and I don’t know if I can do this. I am finally coming to terms with how abusive my parents were. Even though they did not molest me, they didn’t protect me and not only did they not protect me they treated me like a freak when they found out. They blamed me, they buried the whole thing under the rug and went on pretending that everything in our family was perfect. I have been surrounded by this attitued of ‘everything is ok’ my whole life. No matter how twisted or painful things were in our home we all pretended to be a happy family. I don’t want to pretend anymore. My life was pain… intense, bitter pain… and I am not ok with that anymore. I will not bow down to this cult of secrets and lies anymore. I will approach my life with honesty, even if that means I cry every day until this mourning period has passed… at least I will be real.

Family Holidays – The Revised Edition


 

So when you’re young you celebrate all of your holidays with the family you’re born into, and sometimes that tradition carries into your adult-hood.  In my case, I find my self celebrating my holidays more and more with my chosen family.   I wasn’t given a choice about who I was born to, how I was raised or how I was treated by my extended blood family.  Now, as an adult, I make the choices about being with people who genuinely enjoy me, who love me and who care about my well-being – even if that means they hold me when I cry.  I belive my parents love me very much, but negative emotion wasn’t welcome at my child-hood home, so I learned early to just choke back and suppress any unwanted emotion and only display what is positive even if it was a total lie.  I don’t live that way any-more. I have the right to feel how I feel with no apologies and no guilt.  I embrace all of my emotions and don’t worry about what’s politically correct or socially acceptable.  I embrace the truth of the moment and I don’t continually censor myself any-more.  Now I approach the holidays with the thought of… “What’s healthy for me?”  not  “What will make everyone around me like me or approve of me?” 

This year I have spent Christmas day with my best friend and my husband, two of the only people who truly feel like family to me,  two people who really know me and love all of me, not just the acceptable opinions and attitudes… I will also be ringing in the New Year with them and I can’t think of a more peaceful way to begin my year than to be surrounded by love and acceptance.  I am truly grateful to have been given a new definition of love and of family this year.