I think what you did, hugging your inner child is marvelous. I remember when I had a hysterectomy I asked for my ovaries, etc. and the doctor said no. I laid down on the bed and began to visualize my putting them in a bag, and then I just laid there and watched what was happeneing, like a dream. (I am good at visualization). I saw myself walk out into a field of wild mustard, I dug and hole and buried them. I was okay about it then.
I was in therapy for 13 years and got no where. I overheard one doctor tell another that I was a "hard case to crack." When I questioned him later he said, "Well, aren't you?" I began reading a metaphysical book that said, "It is your thoughts that depress you and not the other way around." I thought about, and realized that the drs. were trying to tell me that I was depressed; therefore I had negative thoughts. I sat down and looked at my thoughts; they were all depressing. Then I took just one of those thought and turned it into a positive affirmation and repeated silently all day long as I worked. By the end of the day my depression lifted and I knew I was onto something. I did it with every thought. I used a different technique when something bad happened to me, which is, I considered it a lesson to learn from.
So talking to your inner child is very helpful. I don't do that much anymore, and so one night it came out in a dream. My husband and I were going to my own funeral. When we reached the casket I saw myself in it and my skin was blackened as it mummified, and my eyes were hallow with only black pupils. Then from the casket I reached out my very think, long arms. As the normal person I backed away and said, "I am sorry that I didn't take better care of you." I woke up and realized that I had not been taking care of myself because I was still going to a book group where that friend of mine had been gossiping about me all over this small town. She is the one I wrote about here. I left the group and stayed from any group where the people had been listening to her. It has been some time, and even she has been nice towards me, but I know not to trust her. I went back to the groups because the other people got over it and so did I, thanks to an exfriend of hers who also had to listen to gossip. I learned my lesson here. If a friend wants to know what is wrong, and you haven't told her because you don't trust telling her, then listen to yourself. Don't tell her. Just quietly move away. My other friend did that with her, but she is gossiped about anyway. In fact, I almost didn't become her friend because of what this person was saying about her.
Then a wise old woman (10 years older than me) said, "You have to toughen up." I am taking her advice.
Yes, the mother or sisters putting each down so the others won't like them. I have been there. Your mother wants you all to herself, if she wants you at all, but either way she doesn't want you and your siseters to communicate. My mom always thought that we were talking about her when we got together. We were.
I was withdrawn and shy everytime I went home. Just reverted back to how I was as a child at home. I had no self-esteen in my younger days and when I was depressed. I couldn't even say, "I love you" to myself. After doing all the work on positive thinking one day I was able to do it and continued until I felt better about myself. I think if I had more self-esteem now I would not have let that friend's gossip hurt me, but I am not sure. But I certainly have a ton more than I did back in my youth. Your friends help you there as well.
I mean it was so easy for that friend, call her Kate, to make me think that it was my problem, not hers. I was again doubting myself, but I also knew that I was highly intuitive, and so when this other friend of hers told me how she felt about her, it validated me.
But my younger sister has always invaliding me as my mother had. She said in the latest letter she sent, which was over 12 years old, that I imagined that family members thought that I took the money at Mom's funeral. My other sister had said the same, but she finally admitted that she believed I had. I respect her for that because they were both gaslighting me. Still to this day my younger sister won't talk about it. And before we quit speaking, whenever I told her that I was having a problem with a friend (one I had dumped) she would make it my problem, tell, me that my perceptions were wrong. When I read her letter, 3 months or so ago, and read that very same thing, I realized that this was just another thing I didn't like about her. I had a therapist years ago who did the same thing to me, but when I left him he wrote me a long letter saying that I was right about him all along, that I was very perception and should always listen to my own intuition. It didn't override the damage he had done, so I have to continue to fight for the belief that I am perceptiive and intuitive to this day. I always need extra validation. This goes back to my mother and sisters.
I guess you can say that our childhood turned us into the people we are today and maybe we needed the experience. Yet, I wish I had had a Walton childhood. But I don't feel saddened by it. We can make our own Walton family. Ha.
I hate that we can't have our sisters not betray a confidence. My younger sister, when $40 was missing at the funeral, told my other sister and in front of me that I used to shoplift. Now that was a big betrayal. I had not shoplifted since my hippie/college days, and I had never stolen from family, friends, or people I worked for, and I told them this. Then she told my younger brother that I was a klepto. I was not a "klepto." Then they all began doing a number on me so I left, just coming back to a funeral I never wanted to be at in the first place, and did a bigger number on me. After that the sisters went into denial. And now my younger sister blames me for my brother not speaking to her, this is my oldest brother who stood up for me at the funeral. My younger brother admitted that my y. sister said I was a klepto, but now he denies it after all these years and said that he doesn't want to talk about it.
Yet, to this day I have not betrayed my sister by telling the family that she has had and still has affairs.
So my anger now is with my younger sister and half brother. I care little about him because I wasn't around him much. But I know that my older sister thinks I should make up with my sister and her niece. Me, I want to live in peace and not have toxic people in my life.
It is very hard, Sonya, to not confide in one's sister because it has become a habit hard to break. Even now I would like to find out from my older sister how my younger sister is, and to prove to her that she always believed that I took the money, that I have a letter to prove it, but I won't, and so I have to catch myself.
The best therapist that I have had, or two exactly, were female psychologists. I wish I had them now, or either one of them. Here, in this small town, we have one female psychologist who puts no energy into the session. I began seeing her when I was upset over losing this last friend and upset over the funeral. She had very little to say. It was a waste of my time. I tried another, one who was some type of counselor, but all she did is repeat back to me what I said. That was a waste of money, at least my insurance paid for the other. Out of all the doctors I saw it was a waste. That one sentence I read in the metaphysical book helped the most.
Now I find that Dr. Robert Burns has a book out on Mood Therapy, Feeling Good. I read it but my method was easier so I gave it away.
I even think Vincent Peale's book on The Power of Positive Thinking is good even though I am not a Christian.
My sister just doesn't think that I know anything, so she wouldn't listen to my telling her about positive thinking. She has always invalidated my views, just like my mom. And my mom blamed me for my older brother not liking her, and now she does the same.
I was in therapy for 13 years and got no where. I overheard one doctor tell another that I was a "hard case to crack." When I questioned him later he said, "Well, aren't you?" I began reading a metaphysical book that said, "It is your thoughts that depress you and not the other way around." I thought about, and realized that the drs. were trying to tell me that I was depressed; therefore I had negative thoughts. I sat down and looked at my thoughts; they were all depressing. Then I took just one of those thought and turned it into a positive affirmation and repeated silently all day long as I worked. By the end of the day my depression lifted and I knew I was onto something. I did it with every thought. I used a different technique when something bad happened to me, which is, I considered it a lesson to learn from.
So talking to your inner child is very helpful. I don't do that much anymore, and so one night it came out in a dream. My husband and I were going to my own funeral. When we reached the casket I saw myself in it and my skin was blackened as it mummified, and my eyes were hallow with only black pupils. Then from the casket I reached out my very think, long arms. As the normal person I backed away and said, "I am sorry that I didn't take better care of you." I woke up and realized that I had not been taking care of myself because I was still going to a book group where that friend of mine had been gossiping about me all over this small town. She is the one I wrote about here. I left the group and stayed from any group where the people had been listening to her. It has been some time, and even she has been nice towards me, but I know not to trust her. I went back to the groups because the other people got over it and so did I, thanks to an exfriend of hers who also had to listen to gossip. I learned my lesson here. If a friend wants to know what is wrong, and you haven't told her because you don't trust telling her, then listen to yourself. Don't tell her. Just quietly move away. My other friend did that with her, but she is gossiped about anyway. In fact, I almost didn't become her friend because of what this person was saying about her.
Then a wise old woman (10 years older than me) said, "You have to toughen up." I am taking her advice.
Yes, the mother or sisters putting each down so the others won't like them. I have been there. Your mother wants you all to herself, if she wants you at all, but either way she doesn't want you and your siseters to communicate. My mom always thought that we were talking about her when we got together. We were.
I was withdrawn and shy everytime I went home. Just reverted back to how I was as a child at home. I had no self-esteen in my younger days and when I was depressed. I couldn't even say, "I love you" to myself. After doing all the work on positive thinking one day I was able to do it and continued until I felt better about myself. I think if I had more self-esteem now I would not have let that friend's gossip hurt me, but I am not sure. But I certainly have a ton more than I did back in my youth. Your friends help you there as well.
I mean it was so easy for that friend, call her Kate, to make me think that it was my problem, not hers. I was again doubting myself, but I also knew that I was highly intuitive, and so when this other friend of hers told me how she felt about her, it validated me.
But my younger sister has always invaliding me as my mother had. She said in the latest letter she sent, which was over 12 years old, that I imagined that family members thought that I took the money at Mom's funeral. My other sister had said the same, but she finally admitted that she believed I had. I respect her for that because they were both gaslighting me. Still to this day my younger sister won't talk about it. And before we quit speaking, whenever I told her that I was having a problem with a friend (one I had dumped) she would make it my problem, tell, me that my perceptions were wrong. When I read her letter, 3 months or so ago, and read that very same thing, I realized that this was just another thing I didn't like about her. I had a therapist years ago who did the same thing to me, but when I left him he wrote me a long letter saying that I was right about him all along, that I was very perception and should always listen to my own intuition. It didn't override the damage he had done, so I have to continue to fight for the belief that I am perceptiive and intuitive to this day. I always need extra validation. This goes back to my mother and sisters.
I guess you can say that our childhood turned us into the people we are today and maybe we needed the experience. Yet, I wish I had had a Walton childhood. But I don't feel saddened by it. We can make our own Walton family. Ha.
I hate that we can't have our sisters not betray a confidence. My younger sister, when $40 was missing at the funeral, told my other sister and in front of me that I used to shoplift. Now that was a big betrayal. I had not shoplifted since my hippie/college days, and I had never stolen from family, friends, or people I worked for, and I told them this. Then she told my younger brother that I was a klepto. I was not a "klepto." Then they all began doing a number on me so I left, just coming back to a funeral I never wanted to be at in the first place, and did a bigger number on me. After that the sisters went into denial. And now my younger sister blames me for my brother not speaking to her, this is my oldest brother who stood up for me at the funeral. My younger brother admitted that my y. sister said I was a klepto, but now he denies it after all these years and said that he doesn't want to talk about it.
Yet, to this day I have not betrayed my sister by telling the family that she has had and still has affairs.
So my anger now is with my younger sister and half brother. I care little about him because I wasn't around him much. But I know that my older sister thinks I should make up with my sister and her niece. Me, I want to live in peace and not have toxic people in my life.
It is very hard, Sonya, to not confide in one's sister because it has become a habit hard to break. Even now I would like to find out from my older sister how my younger sister is, and to prove to her that she always believed that I took the money, that I have a letter to prove it, but I won't, and so I have to catch myself.
The best therapist that I have had, or two exactly, were female psychologists. I wish I had them now, or either one of them. Here, in this small town, we have one female psychologist who puts no energy into the session. I began seeing her when I was upset over losing this last friend and upset over the funeral. She had very little to say. It was a waste of my time. I tried another, one who was some type of counselor, but all she did is repeat back to me what I said. That was a waste of money, at least my insurance paid for the other. Out of all the doctors I saw it was a waste. That one sentence I read in the metaphysical book helped the most.
Now I find that Dr. Robert Burns has a book out on Mood Therapy, Feeling Good. I read it but my method was easier so I gave it away.
I even think Vincent Peale's book on The Power of Positive Thinking is good even though I am not a Christian.
My sister just doesn't think that I know anything, so she wouldn't listen to my telling her about positive thinking. She has always invalidated my views, just like my mom. And my mom blamed me for my older brother not liking her, and now she does the same.