Stanley Shi-Yume
Silver Member
the very few times I chatted with therapist regarding my ptsd this year, she would give me nearly the exact same response to soothe. I am using the word soothe because as little as I recognized or truly felt it, the sheer STING of observing myself as a dead person for most or all of the past 8-10 years was what I was presenting in the conversations.
She would tell me- you survived and therefore you are here. What made you that way (dead) is the same what saved you from death. It gradually became an invitation to love myself, to feel thankful that I did what I did and became how I became. She was really skilled at this. It made me able to look at the flawed self and see the flaws accurately as the redeeming qualities. Without them I would be gone. What I feel- I'm not alive, I haven't survived yet, but I would be gone if not for that. For a very long time it felt like there just was no self. I wasn't even there. I was just watching me do my life, mind haunted by a dream that was apparently over but still inside. It took so many years to finally look at that me and see it as a corpse that had refused to give up for good.
So the reason I am telling you this is the intrigue of your question. Still being alive, vs the term survive. I feel like I haven't yet begun to be alive. It's the goal I am gazing toward. It's what I hope I can do in spite of all death that I have contained and been contained by. To Live... And will I then feel that I finally survived?
She would tell me- you survived and therefore you are here. What made you that way (dead) is the same what saved you from death. It gradually became an invitation to love myself, to feel thankful that I did what I did and became how I became. She was really skilled at this. It made me able to look at the flawed self and see the flaws accurately as the redeeming qualities. Without them I would be gone. What I feel- I'm not alive, I haven't survived yet, but I would be gone if not for that. For a very long time it felt like there just was no self. I wasn't even there. I was just watching me do my life, mind haunted by a dream that was apparently over but still inside. It took so many years to finally look at that me and see it as a corpse that had refused to give up for good.
So the reason I am telling you this is the intrigue of your question. Still being alive, vs the term survive. I feel like I haven't yet begun to be alive. It's the goal I am gazing toward. It's what I hope I can do in spite of all death that I have contained and been contained by. To Live... And will I then feel that I finally survived?