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Pearl Black Eyes
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An onion, yes! I've heard that analogy so many times and I hate that stinkin' onion! I peeled an ugly layer off last night to reveal one of the most limiting beliefs ever. I might make a topic on it because it's a doozy and I need all the help I can get.
And why can't this onion tardis come with David Tennant?!
Thank you. I'm trying to hold on those feelings, but this onion is one bad mutha as we all know.((((Pearl Black Eyes)))) Outstanding update! The suffering is what I don't understand. Have we not already suffered enough? Prompts me to research the question! Be patient and keep up the great outlook. Hugs Whitney
Nice one! :D So true too.Because it makes us cry so much? ;)
Ugh. Tell me about it. sometimes I fantasize about getting a lobotamy, or at least cutting out those sloth parts. I feel advanced and so limited at the same time. This brain can be quite the paradox.Aren't we all waiting for spontaneous remission? *sigh*
I know that feel, sis. Changes in thinking, the impression that you had a deep insight and gained a better understanding of your problems and then... nothing. I think it's because knowledge and understanding are only one small part of the healing equation.
We can learn to regulate/avoid aggravating our emotions by thoughts and other behaviours, and we can change habits that bring us down. But we are still largely at the mercy of our brain. Because while the brain is an organ that can react and change very quickly on some level, it is also a sloth with a massive bucket of concrete on each foot on many others.
So, it takes a lot of time and the steps are always small, no matter how big they feel. But sooner or later progress will show. And it does, I'm glad to read in your last post.
So many roadblocks, yes. The snails are sometimes passing up this car with one foot on the brake and the other the gas. Working through PTSD does indeed have a way of making you appreciate the small things, though, I'll give it that.I know what you feel like, trying to drive around a cicuit is so frustrating isn't it when the same roadblocks keep coming up. Progress with PTSD is like half a snails pace.
It is good sometimes to look back and see where you have come from I think. That helps me feel better sometimes. Learning to appreciate small steps is a good quality I think PTSD taught this little things appreciation more than anything else. It doesn't make it any easier though. : (
Agree it is like peeling an onion, without washing your hands to help with the acid. It is horrible to peel and there are just so many layers. It is like an onion tardis (phone box transporter) from Doctor Who.
And why can't this onion tardis come with David Tennant?!