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Making Big Decisions

Have you ever been at a point in your life where you had to make an important decision and found yourself floundering around for the right answer? Have you been faced with multiple decisions that absolutely have to be made and you feel like you are mired in mud? Well, I am at that point. I am at a pinnacle right now. I have a decision to make and it is a big one.

This  is not a New Year’s resolution. I hate those words because they are so meaningless, at least for me. The decision I am making is a matter of life and death. I do have a choice and I believe this is the right time for me to make a choice for the positive. I can continue on this road of destruction or choose life again.

My resolve is to find a new way to live. I’ve had to choose life over and over again. I’ve gained strength each time I chose to live. Will I do it again? Well, I believe that this is the right time to make that decision to live without restraints. If I should fail again, I will not give up. I will keep on “trying.” Oh,that is another word I don’t like. Trying just doesn’t cut it. Either I will do it or I won’t. Trying invites failure.

Ultimately, can I see myself without a cigarette in my hand? Yes, I can see myself throwing them down, getting rid of them. Throwing them away. In a sacred loving way, this is the moment for me to quit smoking.

In this light and new thought, I have hope. I have new determination. I see myself in a different way. I can breathe deeply without coughing. I can see myself not having a cigarette after a meal, before a meal, after sex (well, that’s a hard one). I can see myself being free.

I have a few questions to ask myself. How am I going to nurture and love myself through the withdrawal of nicotine. What will I do with my hands? Well, I believe that for one thing, I will treat myself to a massage once a month. A massage is still cheaper than a carton of cigarettes. I will work on my art, photography and writing. I will join a gym and exercise, even if I hate the “e” word. I need to get my metabolism running again. I will be kind to myself and love myself for choosing life yet another time. I realize for the first time that I am doing this for me and not anyone else.

I am fortunate to have a great support group to be there for me when the temptations might be too great. Sort of like AA, I will take one day at a time. I have my wonderful psychiatrist, my loving therapist, my husband and my very best friend. I will stay in contact with them. I will LISTEN to them as they love and support me. I will use methods I’ve learned to ease the symptoms of withdrawal.

Yes, this is a decision of life and death. It is a decision I am willing to make. I feel a huge relief knowing that I am doing something really good for myself and my health.

It Hurt to be a Child

Childhood trauma left me with feelings of fear, guilt, anger, bitterness and hate. I had no one to trust; no one to talk to and no one who cared. No, this is not a pity party. It’s just the facts.

When I was a little girl, I always had the feeling that I was never good enough to be around other children. I could never measure up to what other’s expected of me. I felt so alone and very sad.

I had no recollection of the abuse I had suffered and it wasn’t until I was in my late 40s that I did remember and I crumbled into a little ball of indescribable pain. I couldn’t believe what I was remembering. Shadows here, pain there, I believed that I would never, ever be the same again.

Fear was the biggest thing for me. I never knew who might walk up from behind me and hurt me. For many years, I couldn’t or wouldn’t recognize the anger that was buried deeply in my soul. I couldn’t see a reason to be angry when the subjects involved were dead and I couldn’t confront them. Still, the anger was waiting to be released. I was afraid that if I let the anger express itself that I would lose control and do something I would regret. The anger just laid there eating me up and I didn’t know what to do with it.

The emotional pain was something I felt and it was deadly to me and my emotional well-being. I could not dig out from under it. It settled in my stomach like a big glob of Jello. Always jiggling around, sweeping up and down. Uncontrollable pain and despair. Something was missing from my life. There was a big hole that nothing could fill. Sometimes the depression moved in and out creating chaos in my life. I began hurting myself in order to feel something even if it was painful.

It was only when I finally felt it was safe enough to express the feelings of anger, abandonment, pain, and bitterness that I began to heal. I then consulted a therapist and then found a psychiatrist and got the help I needed.

I had a lot of therapy and medication before I felt like living again. I was diagnosed with a bipolar disorder and it took time to find the right combination of medications to bring me out of desperate depression.

My therapist introduced me to a healing method called “Tapping.” Tapping relates to the meridians in my (or your) body such as acupuncture points. The amazing thing about this method is that it heals the emotions of the trauma even though I could remember the abuse. The feelings of trauma went away.

If you are interested in learning more about this method of healing, you may Google “EFT” or Emotional Freedom Techniques. There you will find information to help yourself and/or with the guidance of a therapist that does this kind of treatment.

Also, you may contact me personally and I will share with you what tapping has done for me. There are many methods of healing and I have had the best results through tapping.

A Trip to Remember

The brilliant Fall colors of the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York lay before me in bright colors of red, orange, green and yellow. With my camera close by, I begin taking photos of the expanse of the many colored trees. I want to capture it all and experience the moment

I begin to notice a few Monarch Butterflies flittering around me. Oh, how I wish I could capture the beauty of these nymph-like creatures! I turn around and suddenly I see four Monarchs resting on a thistle plant. I couldn’t believe it. They sat quietly as if they were waiting for me. Taking my camera, I slowly walk towards them not wanting to disturb their quiet resting time. Each measured step I take brings me closer and closer. They do not move. I focus my camera and quickly take as many photos as I can. It feels like they are posing just for me. I back away, holding my breath and watch as they begin to flutter away.

So many times we are in such a hurry getting from one appointment to another that we scarcely have time to take in the beauty around us. We probably don’t even hear the birds sing or hear the eerie whistle of the wind. We don’t have time to watch a sunrise or calmly take in the brilliant colors of the sunset. We don’t take the time to live in the moment. Our minds are too full thinking of things that need to be done or places we need to be. There are soccer games, doctor appointments, groceries to buy and laundry that must be done. How does one stop the mental chatter and simply breathe and open our eyes to the beauty around us?

That’s what living in the moment is all about. You can never live that simple moment again. Live it now. Go chase a rainbow. Chase some butterflies. Or better yet, capture them in a photo!

Noise

I’ve been acutely aware recently how I always feel that I must be quiet. Don’t make noise. Don’t let anyone know I am here or exist. Hearing a lot of noise bothers me. Loud music, screaming, motorcycles, crowds … all of these and more.

Making noise myself sometimes scares me. Will I get in trouble? Suddenly I hear my mother’s voice, “Now be quiet or you’ll wake your dad. He was drunk and if I woke him he would punish me. Anytime he was drunk, which was often, I had to walk on tip-toes. I couldn’t laugh and play. That’s when I learned that it was dangerous to make noise.

I’ve never learned to scream like I hear children do today. Part of me hates the screaming and another part wishes I could scream with them.

I am hoping that as I allow my own wild woman to emerge that she will teach me how to be loud, noisy and perhaps even scream!

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