recognise help was not there
This meets me where I am at. Recognising that help was not there is a very tough part of my trauma. I have not come to peace there. I trusted people who I thought were trustworthy but turned out to be very naiv, selfabsorbed and not knowledgable.
Sorry I am writing all about myself and not really about you. i have given so much in the past, that I just want to be with myself.
By the way Art is what fills my heart and makes me enjoy life.
Oh a question comes to my mind there.
i lived in this brown/grey third world city for over two years, I painted the wall behind my sofa bright orange. That was the only friendly warm colour in the whole city for me to see. I suffered so much from not having colour and beauty around me, while help was never there.
Silvisrivers said:But hell its not easy ...I've learned in therapy its not about absolute solutions and the end of pain - its about being able to tolerate one-self and put a hand into the hand of part of oneself that also recognises that long ago and hand of help was never there ...
This meets me where I am at. Recognising that help was not there is a very tough part of my trauma. I have not come to peace there. I trusted people who I thought were trustworthy but turned out to be very naiv, selfabsorbed and not knowledgable.
Sorry I am writing all about myself and not really about you. i have given so much in the past, that I just want to be with myself.
By the way Art is what fills my heart and makes me enjoy life.
Oh a question comes to my mind there.
i lived in this brown/grey third world city for over two years, I painted the wall behind my sofa bright orange. That was the only friendly warm colour in the whole city for me to see. I suffered so much from not having colour and beauty around me, while help was never there.