@Junebug I don't think alot of this stuff is conscious, but rather some underlying historical belief I held that comes from being treated differently, or having things that happened to me that didn't happen to others. Trying to make sense of the incomprehensible, to bring order to a disordered life, by using disordered thinking.
Sometimes when I wake in the small hours of the morning, in pain and I look back at my life, there is this feeling that somehow this is my fault, that all the shitty things that happened did so for some reason. Logically I know I am not responsible, but the need to make sense of things means that I just felt that way. It's always been a felt sense, rather than conscious thought.
It's when we see the truth, that we can change the messages that haunt ourselves, throw out the lies that hide the pain, find the truth no matter how painful. When the pain has passed, we are left with hope, caring and a future that we denied ourselves because when we blame ourselves we believe we are worthy of nothing, because when we have nothing, and are nothing, then we have nothing to fear losing.
It's taken a long time for me to have the courage to give up the lies, to believe in myself and to allow myself compassion, I was far too familar with punishing myself. It takes courage to change what we know, to risk being hurt again, because if you are worthy of more, then you can also risk losing more.
Self compassion doesn't come easy, it's not self pity, it's just self acceptance, a realization that life isn't perfect, and neither are we, we are all just the doing the best with what life throws at us.
Sometimes when I wake in the small hours of the morning, in pain and I look back at my life, there is this feeling that somehow this is my fault, that all the shitty things that happened did so for some reason. Logically I know I am not responsible, but the need to make sense of things means that I just felt that way. It's always been a felt sense, rather than conscious thought.
It's when we see the truth, that we can change the messages that haunt ourselves, throw out the lies that hide the pain, find the truth no matter how painful. When the pain has passed, we are left with hope, caring and a future that we denied ourselves because when we blame ourselves we believe we are worthy of nothing, because when we have nothing, and are nothing, then we have nothing to fear losing.
It's taken a long time for me to have the courage to give up the lies, to believe in myself and to allow myself compassion, I was far too familar with punishing myself. It takes courage to change what we know, to risk being hurt again, because if you are worthy of more, then you can also risk losing more.
Self compassion doesn't come easy, it's not self pity, it's just self acceptance, a realization that life isn't perfect, and neither are we, we are all just the doing the best with what life throws at us.