Yes @the10thleper319 , funny you say it (I thought the story was 9) but I always thought of a reminder to gratitude when I saw your name. Though I imagine it goes further- the heart of it and the relationship rather than just illustrating a moment of gratitude? JMHO anyway. And I think we can relate to what such a repercussion meant and was viewed as.
Idk if I have faith or turned to it because I had no other options, awful or hypocritical as it sounds? On one hand I have some, and I have little doubt there is more existing, who I call God, who is more personal and tender-hearted than He gets credit for. On the other hand sometimes I feel- cheated?- or perhaps I am just an idiot who made bad choices lol. Or perhaps hopeless is a better word, as I have no idea or capacity to know what is God's plan nor what is in others' hearts. Yet I have that superstition that complaining will = it getting worse, though I don't think of God as punitive. I suppose I feel God has all those (positive) attributes but I am off His radar, just worthless actually. However, life goes on regardless of what I feel or how I am. Apologies if that is too much of a downer, for sure (I don't look like such a downer irl apparently lol. I guess it comes from carrying so many secrets). My feelings though are not something I can afford to think of or I won't put one foot in front of the other. I couldn't live without faith yet equally know it's lacking because I feel no joy, it's about survival. My whole life has always been about survival, and yet meaning nothing to anyone it seems a moot goal and always one that slips a bit through my fingers. Mind you, ptsd increases stress or rather difficulty managing it exponentially, IME.
One funny thing that sticks with me, was a comic I saw as a kid with a child saying a prayer, "I don't think there is anyone to hear me but if anyone is out there listening..", and you see all these people in the clouds with pens and paper lol.
I think if you are waking up with different emotions you may also be processing while you sleep- supposedly we do most of our thinking then. Who knows what or what dreams impact our emotions when we wake. In time you might be able to put thoughts and words to the feelings. Much in their own time too I would suspect.
Hugs!
Idk if I have faith or turned to it because I had no other options, awful or hypocritical as it sounds? On one hand I have some, and I have little doubt there is more existing, who I call God, who is more personal and tender-hearted than He gets credit for. On the other hand sometimes I feel- cheated?- or perhaps I am just an idiot who made bad choices lol. Or perhaps hopeless is a better word, as I have no idea or capacity to know what is God's plan nor what is in others' hearts. Yet I have that superstition that complaining will = it getting worse, though I don't think of God as punitive. I suppose I feel God has all those (positive) attributes but I am off His radar, just worthless actually. However, life goes on regardless of what I feel or how I am. Apologies if that is too much of a downer, for sure (I don't look like such a downer irl apparently lol. I guess it comes from carrying so many secrets). My feelings though are not something I can afford to think of or I won't put one foot in front of the other. I couldn't live without faith yet equally know it's lacking because I feel no joy, it's about survival. My whole life has always been about survival, and yet meaning nothing to anyone it seems a moot goal and always one that slips a bit through my fingers. Mind you, ptsd increases stress or rather difficulty managing it exponentially, IME.
One funny thing that sticks with me, was a comic I saw as a kid with a child saying a prayer, "I don't think there is anyone to hear me but if anyone is out there listening..", and you see all these people in the clouds with pens and paper lol.
I think if you are waking up with different emotions you may also be processing while you sleep- supposedly we do most of our thinking then. Who knows what or what dreams impact our emotions when we wake. In time you might be able to put thoughts and words to the feelings. Much in their own time too I would suspect.
Hugs!