banish the past!
I just saw the Bourne Supremacy, and I've been thinking about the fact that I can think about the past. Do you think that might be the root of our general problem?
Wouldn't it be interesting to be able to have full-body amnesia for a while and to live for a few weeks in a body that didn't remember the abuse? What would that do?
My mom had shock therapy for depression and every time she had it she forgot she had emphysema and for a few days she was her old self again...sparkly and happy...then she remembered and the weight brought her back down. Weird.
I bet if I could forget it ever happened (and I mean fully forget, like in deep down to the physical habits of my body), then it would be as though nothing had happened.
I've been doing visualizations about this, trying to play with it as a fun mind game. I'm getting a very cool picture of a different me, the one who's been trying to fill my shoes. He's much more confident than me...more aggressive (he likes skiing downhill really fast through trees and skateboarding and other such things that I never did when I was younger). I like him a lot and would rather let that self take full control of my life. He scares me sometimes by pushing me to do things I wouldn't normally do, but after I've done them I feel great and very glad to be alive.
I've been letting him out more often by just reminding myself that the past really doesn't exist any more except in my mind. Then I let go and let the other me step in. It seems a little crazy and multiple personalityish, except that I know that person is waiting to live and only my memories keep me from being myself fully.
If I could take a scalpel to my recollections I would, but since I can't , I just keep reminding myself that memory is a curse for those with pain, and the real healing is in denying the power of it to control my actions in the present.
The past is imaginary, and so is the future...these things never exist. We exist only in the present which is always here. If we make our present beautiful, the memories will grow beautiful, too, and so will the future. All it should take is recognition of value. Now is the only time we are ever alive. All the other stuff is essentially old news, like used up papers in an alley. Garbage.
I read in a post a while ago the old question "why me?" I'm beginning to see it as irrelevant. That in fact it isn't me who was abused, but some long past incarnation of me, that the abuse was a moment or two or three moments out of a life. On some level it's pointless to let bother me anymore. I'm more angry these days at the coward I let it make me than at the abuse itself. I've got to stand up for myself and be the man I want to be.
I want to build a wall inside myself behind which the memories can sit untouched until they just die away into background noise of my life. Maybe then I'll really be free to be myself fully.
Letting go sure is hard! But it sure is worth it. The more I let go and forget to remember, the better I feel and the more free I become.
Danny
Wouldn't it be interesting to be able to have full-body amnesia for a while and to live for a few weeks in a body that didn't remember the abuse? What would that do?
My mom had shock therapy for depression and every time she had it she forgot she had emphysema and for a few days she was her old self again...sparkly and happy...then she remembered and the weight brought her back down. Weird.
I bet if I could forget it ever happened (and I mean fully forget, like in deep down to the physical habits of my body), then it would be as though nothing had happened.
I've been doing visualizations about this, trying to play with it as a fun mind game. I'm getting a very cool picture of a different me, the one who's been trying to fill my shoes. He's much more confident than me...more aggressive (he likes skiing downhill really fast through trees and skateboarding and other such things that I never did when I was younger). I like him a lot and would rather let that self take full control of my life. He scares me sometimes by pushing me to do things I wouldn't normally do, but after I've done them I feel great and very glad to be alive.
I've been letting him out more often by just reminding myself that the past really doesn't exist any more except in my mind. Then I let go and let the other me step in. It seems a little crazy and multiple personalityish, except that I know that person is waiting to live and only my memories keep me from being myself fully.
If I could take a scalpel to my recollections I would, but since I can't , I just keep reminding myself that memory is a curse for those with pain, and the real healing is in denying the power of it to control my actions in the present.
The past is imaginary, and so is the future...these things never exist. We exist only in the present which is always here. If we make our present beautiful, the memories will grow beautiful, too, and so will the future. All it should take is recognition of value. Now is the only time we are ever alive. All the other stuff is essentially old news, like used up papers in an alley. Garbage.
I read in a post a while ago the old question "why me?" I'm beginning to see it as irrelevant. That in fact it isn't me who was abused, but some long past incarnation of me, that the abuse was a moment or two or three moments out of a life. On some level it's pointless to let bother me anymore. I'm more angry these days at the coward I let it make me than at the abuse itself. I've got to stand up for myself and be the man I want to be.
I want to build a wall inside myself behind which the memories can sit untouched until they just die away into background noise of my life. Maybe then I'll really be free to be myself fully.
Letting go sure is hard! But it sure is worth it. The more I let go and forget to remember, the better I feel and the more free I become.
Danny