nature and it does help me.
But I found what amounted to something greater than me, in nature
Yes myself also. Unfortunately I live in an incredibly-cold-much-of-the-year climate, with no cold tolerance and an allergy to cold, 10 strikes against me for that resource. I truly believe it's hugely calming to the mind, heart and soul. I had a great opportunity to live months at the beach when I was little without supervision and there was only one word for it- glorious. :inlove:
Ugh. Thank you
@ladee . :hug::hug::hug: Xox. Ugh. Not exactly, re church. It even reminds me, I used to go to a very private park where there is no one much, re nature, on summer days; one day I'm there and this woman comes up to me, gives me her name and says she saw me from across the way from her upstairs bedroom- actually saw the yellow flower in my hair- and felt compelled to come over and tell me (I'm not even going to repeat it here!, said she heard, 'tell the girl with the yellow rose in her hair') what she felt about my relationship to 'Christ' was ( :wideeyed: :eek: (!), albeit it was grossly-over-positive,-actually, no-even-worse is an understatement of the century, but none-the-less creepy to me, since all I was doing was journalling and smoking a lot of cigarettes!) It wasn't near a church or anything. She also told me about her previously-abused-adopted-dtr who kept 'unsuccessfully' trying to kill herself- kept flat-lining and coming back, so hopefully I said something useful.I could say some prayers for them though. I do recall her saying she told her dtr- 'Obviously you're meant to be here!' Ugh. Weird things like that happen to me all the time. :( Guess it does to everyone :( . The weird thing was- it was a yellow rose- something she couldn't have seen but up close. But maybe she was just lying and 'winging it', Idk. I know personally I never went back to that part of the park again.
ETA! A whack-job that attracts whack-jobs!! Lol! :O_o::hilarious:
I think in all honesty I wouldn't still be 'here' without help, and I probably recognized for myself the help going to church was for me, since going regularly coincided with pulling myself together way back when. I know of and have seen plenty, but if it doesn't apply to me and isn't a child it's not my business. Except for lies, that I just don't want anything to do with anywhere. Every interpersonal trauma has people who lie in it.
But churches aren't shrinks, and Joe Q. Public expects a lot- their asses kissed I think, in many cases. I don't feel that way, but conversely have nothing even worthwhile to metaphorically kiss my ass for, I do not give much, nor have much to give, and I don't want to be known. I always wanted Communion, safety, and guidance. That was where I found strength to bear stuff and continue.
It would be easier for me to blame or project, but neither is warranted, and tbh to chose that wouldn't be too loving. I'm actually shocked to feel 'betrayed' or let down, simply because it means I 'trusted'. No one though has done anything wrong but me, other than that. I am left feeling like a leper, but maybe that's because the shoe fits. No one can make me feel any way, I am responsible for that, and I know what I'm likely to default to. With all that considered though, that is how I'm left feeling, and as I say, knowing all things about myself, pretty accurate. Just 'am', and that's pretty gross to anyone, anywhere. Understandable. I'll leave it at that.