When we experience things like this, by choosing to go forward in a positive manner helps not only ourselves, but others in our lives as well. We can't change the past, but we can make our present and whatever future we have be hopeful and peaceful.
Lovely photo Sharon but I don't know what it is. Beautiful color
Being strong when facing adversity is not always within the scope of my abilities. I try. Sometimes I have to try again and again and again. Each time I try, I regain a small fraction of my strength. Giving in and not trying is not an option. Sometimes that means admitting defeat and forcing myself to move on past the pain, past the grief, past the frustrations. To be willing to force myself to be positive again. Life is not always easy but it still seems better than the alternative.
I know you just don't get to my age without at least a few scars on your body, those show and sometimes we talk about them. Scars on the mind are hidden and rarely talked about and yet talking about these actually helps to heal them.
Mental scars /emotional scars /heart scars . . . sometimes we have lots of scar tissue floating around. And sometimes talking helps, I'm sure. Sometimes, maybe not so much.
Sharon, you'll never know how good it feels to share.
Sally, simply because we don't wan't to admit, even to ourselves the existence of these scars.
Talk to others and pretty soon you'll come to understand that many of us carry them! We are hurt as children and as young adults and then along comes life and damages us even further!
Name: Sally central Maryland slef employed writier
I can see that could be, that talking about is a form of admitting pain, and NOT talking is a way of keeping it in denial.
Just finished two books involving severe ...challenges? pain deprivation?? About Holocaust and about Cambodia and the Khmer Rouge and revolution. So my having to clean house...I should be dancing with joy!
"If you bring joy and enthusiasm to everything you do, people will think you're crazy" W. Haelfeli, New Yorker cartoon
You know we all carry pain, for me it's from childhood and the way my own father treated me, he's been dead a long time now yet somehow he still controls me.
Can we really break away from our childhood? From the people that hurt us and abused us? Still hurts today as to why. I have two boys and they will never feel my pain, so why did I? Dad didn't love me? Love my kids I do, perhaps I'm not quite as damaged as he would have liked.
pajonica wrote: I have two boys and they will never feel my pain....
Jon, they will never feel your pain. What they do feel and will always feel, is your love.
I have this little 3 year old friend who loves me with all his heart. He spends time with me daily, playing and hugging and learning, and we are each other's best friend. But I am getting old so I pondered to a friend that I remember no one at all from my early childhood, and that if I were to die soon he will not remember me when he grows up.
My friend said, he may or may not remember you, but the love you are sharing with him now will remain in his heart. You have taught him to love.
