getting stuck
I think I am at the point in my "recovery" where I can begin to imagine it really happening. This is extraordinary really. It seems natural right now but looking back I remember that I have not ever really thought in that way.
The reason I am writing is because as I peek over the edge into that new way of thinking of myself and the world I get scared. Though this seems contradictory, its like a huge dark void.
I think it is the natural way to proceed but I feel that it goes against myself.
I guess this has something to do with the fact that being a victim has been the only way I have thought of myself from the beginning. Now, to imagine something very different is scary because I don't know anything about it.
Would I really opt to stay with something very painful and dysfunctional simply because it is familiar?
Is this where we can get stuck between "victim" and "survivor" and between "survivor" and what lies beyond it?
The reason I am writing is because as I peek over the edge into that new way of thinking of myself and the world I get scared. Though this seems contradictory, its like a huge dark void.
I think it is the natural way to proceed but I feel that it goes against myself.
I guess this has something to do with the fact that being a victim has been the only way I have thought of myself from the beginning. Now, to imagine something very different is scary because I don't know anything about it.
Would I really opt to stay with something very painful and dysfunctional simply because it is familiar?
Is this where we can get stuck between "victim" and "survivor" and between "survivor" and what lies beyond it?