Things that are not clarified over the years... in my opinion are the situations that have made us suffer enough to traumatize ourselves. In my case Ive overcame some of them. The others... just a sentence or a gesture ... and they return back again to the surface. In these moments, like a hungry crocodile, the pain subsided and awakened makes me turn into a vortex that stuns myself and lacerates my flesh. I noticed, however, that the more you leave these traumatic memories beneath the surface, thinking youll be able to forget them, and the more they have more power. Bringing them back again and again exposed to the sunlight, such as vampires they slowly become evanescent and lose their strength. For a long time of my life I tried the first way and this had led me to become the ghost of myself. I had no skeletons in the cupboard, I was the skeleton shown to the world. The pain of the mind becomes pain of the body. The one and the other, mind and body, are hopelessly and wonderfully connected. Indivisible, as long as we live in this earthly experience. For now, my duty is to defeat the crocodiles that make me to pieces, devour and I spit out myself to their liking, when one of my child or adolescent trauma is touched by an event today and brought to mind. Ive already done a great job so far. And the people Ive met over the years have helped me. Someone bringing me something that made me happy (joy, respect and love), someone else making me so deeply unhappy to the point to take me away something that I no longer needed. The fear of being hurt. Sara Rosaria Zarba All rights reserved 08.10.2014
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 16:23:50 +0000
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