Hi
Hi
- Thread starterrobwk1988
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rob ...
I hope you'll forgive me if I overstep my bounds but I see immediately somewhere you can start.
Stop hating that little boy.
He had the courage and the strength to get you through it ... he was stronger then than you are now.
What did he do? ...
I'll tell you what he did ... he endured.
If you're a mess now don't blame him ... aim that rage where it belongs.
Take that little boy into your heart.
Treat him with the love and kindness that he deserved then ...
and deserves now.
When all is said and done ... be it in joy or be it sorrow ...
he is most precious thing you have.
Sharky
I hope you'll forgive me if I overstep my bounds but I see immediately somewhere you can start.
Stop hating that little boy.
He had the courage and the strength to get you through it ... he was stronger then than you are now.
What did he do? ...
I'll tell you what he did ... he endured.
If you're a mess now don't blame him ... aim that rage where it belongs.
Take that little boy into your heart.
Treat him with the love and kindness that he deserved then ...
and deserves now.
When all is said and done ... be it in joy or be it sorrow ...
he is most precious thing you have.
Sharky
robwk - Sharky is so right on this!
i think nearly all of us go through this self-loathing - when it is actually the things that were done to us that we should hate - not ourselves. Sharky's reponse reminded me of a poem i wrote when i was finally grasping that concept and owning it. i quote it below - dedicated to you, in hopes that it might spark a light in your darkness:
How did you do it?
How did you endure the pain,
keep going on, day after day,
function as if you were fine,
act as if life was good,
stay quiet and keep secrets
and survive abuse for years?
When now, the mere memory
is enough to turn me inside out,
to knock me down
and keep me on the sidelines
for days at a time.
You must have been
far more resilient,
stronger, tougher,
more patient, more resourceful,
braver, more courageous,
and filled with much more hope
and determination
than I can even imagine.
Looking back
at my younger self,
I am proud and
amazed by you.
Lee
07/11/12
i think nearly all of us go through this self-loathing - when it is actually the things that were done to us that we should hate - not ourselves. Sharky's reponse reminded me of a poem i wrote when i was finally grasping that concept and owning it. i quote it below - dedicated to you, in hopes that it might spark a light in your darkness:
How did you do it?
How did you endure the pain,
keep going on, day after day,
function as if you were fine,
act as if life was good,
stay quiet and keep secrets
and survive abuse for years?
When now, the mere memory
is enough to turn me inside out,
to knock me down
and keep me on the sidelines
for days at a time.
You must have been
far more resilient,
stronger, tougher,
more patient, more resourceful,
braver, more courageous,
and filled with much more hope
and determination
than I can even imagine.
Looking back
at my younger self,
I am proud and
amazed by you.
Lee
07/11/12
FIGHT!
FIGHT FOR YOU!
FIGHT FOR ME!
FIGHT FOR ALL OF US!
STAND AND FIGHT UNTIL THERE IS NO ENEMY IN SIGHT!
sorry for shouting, but i need to be heard above the battle noise. i am yelling at you from the other foxhole. i want you to know that i am in this fight right beside you, every day, in the stench of stinking trenches, with the bullets and bombs without, and the rot and the rats within. but i look around and see the survivors standing with me and know that this war, won or lost, already belongs to us brothers in arms. greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. you are not alone.
FIGHT FOR YOU!
FIGHT FOR ME!
FIGHT FOR ALL OF US!
STAND AND FIGHT UNTIL THERE IS NO ENEMY IN SIGHT!
sorry for shouting, but i need to be heard above the battle noise. i am yelling at you from the other foxhole. i want you to know that i am in this fight right beside you, every day, in the stench of stinking trenches, with the bullets and bombs without, and the rot and the rats within. but i look around and see the survivors standing with me and know that this war, won or lost, already belongs to us brothers in arms. greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. you are not alone.
hey traveler ... 
nice seeing you again and thanks for the reinforcement.
I have always been a firm believer in the 'inner child' concept.
3 years ago my Mom died and buried in her things was the pic you see as my avatar.
I cried long and hard when I found him.
He lives again in a little frame on my nightstand.
He's the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night.
He still makes me cry ... but most of the time he makes me smile and fills me with joy.
I know it's corny ...
but I feel like we found each other and are together again ... we are one again.
He means the world to me.
rob ... go get yourself back!
nice seeing you again and thanks for the reinforcement.
I have always been a firm believer in the 'inner child' concept.
3 years ago my Mom died and buried in her things was the pic you see as my avatar.
I cried long and hard when I found him.
He lives again in a little frame on my nightstand.
He's the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night.
He still makes me cry ... but most of the time he makes me smile and fills me with joy.
I know it's corny ...
but I feel like we found each other and are together again ... we are one again.
He means the world to me.
rob ... go get yourself back!
