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Writing as a Means of Therapy.
I’ve used words to help me make sense of the world ever since I was in Junior High. During hard times I would turn to notebooks as my therapist. Writing, writing writing until I had exhausted all of my emotions out upon the page.
Historically, people used to scream and fast, sprint into jungles and deserts to spend significant alone time to make peace with themselves, their Gods, and the world in which they lives.
We humans, we feel. We feel a lot and a lot of those feelings can make us quite fragile, impassioned, and ambitious too. Our emotions can lead us with a good compass and a good sense of intuition. Our feelings can also help lead us astray too. Our emotions are one of the more easily manipulated pieces of the complex human design.
Many children grow up with traumatic childhoods. Many children see all sorts of crazy things. I’m sure you know one of them. I’m sure you’ve thought about how you were raised and the kinds of experiences you had and how they shaped you as well.
The eyes are often the easiest passage to the heart – the core of where our feelings lie.
If our eyes lead us astray, we may end up lusting after fantasies with money, power, influence, fancy, shiny, big and bold. Much of what is told to us to strive for as children via indirect propaganda in TV, media, film, music and more is all about consumerism.
Me.
Me.
Me.
But, most people today would rather point fingers at others and pathologize every single family member with one condition or another. Especially narcissism. I’ve seen such a weird spike in layperson diagnosing other laypeople for narcissism it has left me kind of broken and abashed for them. You see, quite ironically, if someone is pointing to another to cast blame for narcissism, it is an inherently very selfish thing to do. Because it feeds into selfish sensual pleasures to focus solely on ourselves and become our very own idols of worship, it can quickly look like a bunch of ice running a race on separate wheels. Never to get anywhere farther no matter how much they fight and bicker across the cage.
Humans are stinky, sticky, emotionally challenging creatures. We are not perfect. And we certainly don’t have it all figured out. None of us can live without poor decision making, broken hearts or breaking hearts of others it seems.
We’re complicated. It’s true. No matter how much we can try to heal the world around us, sometimes it can fully seem like yes indeed the sky continues to fall and crumble all around us and our master plan creator is no where for to look towards for guidance or to soothe our wounded spirits.
Humans require love but we have no freaking clue what love really looks like if we only spend our time standing in front of the mirror or pointing frustrated fingers at strangers on the street we are light-years away from ever understanding.
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