July 24, 2006
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Often within pain and depression, there are thoughts that we’ve had so long and held so close that we don’t even know that they are there. We’ve never stop to see if we believe them. What if we stop to ask?
If your feelings could talk, what would it says and who would it says that to? Please be as bluntly as you can. Don’t rush this and be precise. Otherwise you’ll come up with something that seems wise and kind (the thoughts you think you should be thinking instead of the thought that is really there and hurting.)
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My feelings can talk, but it won’t do any good. What they would say would not be heard and the person they would say it to would not listen.
ronlawhouston, the whole idea is not about dumping our thoughts, pain, and beliefs on the person that we think is causing our pain. It is about inquiring our own thoughts. It is not the other person’s fault. It is our own unquestioned thoughts that is causing us pain and suffering. Whether the other person is listening or not is beyond the point. She can try and can do her best to listen but her best may not be meeting our standard for listening. Beside, seeking our answer to our problem from outside is futile because we cannot control another person. The other person may capitulate and acquiesce to our way temporarily by our intimidation and manipulate but there will be anger, resentment, and revenge.
I think feelings would like to grow hands, so they can sign-language us what it is we truly want, but have yet to fully comprehend. Then again, we’d have to learn sign language to grasp the full meaning of our feeling’s interpretation.
lacking of senses?
In the grip of major depression the past few weeks, there hasn’t been too much “gentle” about my feelings… They’ve been shouting to be heard because I have neglected them for too long and now I am paying a dear price because I find myself utterly empty inside, spent or burned out, spiritless. My feelings are crying out because I have let those about me pound their own impressions into the clay of my being instead of let my feelings mold me into their own form. In neglecting listening to my feelings I have dug myself into a hole so deep that it is difficult for me to find either the will or the way out.
I would scream loudly give me some space.
At my age my main concern should not be taking care of my children and there children. I would say this to myself and smile because love has no bound!