laperson
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I've been writing in my blog and man I'm so nervous all of the thoughts that I have swimming in my head just drive me nutz. It's all fear based with my back and I keep getting tired I know no one can do this but me with help of others pointing the way. To realize all this is on my shoulders too seems so hard and I wish I could just be responsible for going to work getting home and taking care of my family.
I'm thinking how the hell did I get here so discouraged, at the moment i just can't find it in me to be a beacon of light. I know many people suffer so many things and the little bits we can do for others is great and I fear not doing good things for others displeases God but I'm at a place of self. I ask myself God says Love your neighbor as yourself and greater is to Love God with all my heart, mind and soul. <~~~ This is just so hard when I can hardly do anything lately.
Part of my fears with TMS is loosing my faith in the whole thing as it seems so stressful and filled with fear. I know many who pray the hearts and minds out daily and see no relief for many days months and years. I'm just venting letting it out, I know these are questions never to be answered just accepted.
TMS seems to be witch comes first the chicken or the egg - the fear or the pain. I'm confused the knowledge that my many years of memories repressed is causing the pain should in fact alter my pain as Sarno's say's revealing this takes the trick of causing the pain to advert a more serious outcome like rage and therefore loosing everything in the process of a maddening fit.
I could see myself telling so many people off, my anger abounds! Like Jesus when he flipped the tables of the money changers as they sat in the temple. As an example I suppose we can and rightfully so flip out when we see injustice as it is so repressed in our society. We hate billion airs not because they have what they have and we are jealous but because they have an ability to feed the needy and have no conscience to change it.
In the last year I have turned that anger towards God because he is the most powerful but continues to allow these things to happen. I am mystified by it all the whole bible and Gods reasoning and in that I am afraid to be angry at God. Like a child who is in pain holding on to his mother not understanding why this is happening he finds comfort with being held but still endures the teething. Unfortunately I have lost my comfort with my Lord.
I've seen a lot, grew up in the ghetto, walking to school protecting my little brother and sister from 2cnd grade to 6th grade. Got beat up a lot and always took the beating while I yelled run. run. run, to school to them (reverse racism). Took care of my dad, took care of my mom and everything in between I feel so spent. Yes I am totally afraid of the trappings of life when all I see a mile ahead is a for sale sign trying to make me broke.
Fear rules me as of now and I suppose I need to let that out. I feel so tapped out I really don't know where this tiny bit of faith that I have is coming from.
I'm thinking how the hell did I get here so discouraged, at the moment i just can't find it in me to be a beacon of light. I know many people suffer so many things and the little bits we can do for others is great and I fear not doing good things for others displeases God but I'm at a place of self. I ask myself God says Love your neighbor as yourself and greater is to Love God with all my heart, mind and soul. <~~~ This is just so hard when I can hardly do anything lately.
Part of my fears with TMS is loosing my faith in the whole thing as it seems so stressful and filled with fear. I know many who pray the hearts and minds out daily and see no relief for many days months and years. I'm just venting letting it out, I know these are questions never to be answered just accepted.
TMS seems to be witch comes first the chicken or the egg - the fear or the pain. I'm confused the knowledge that my many years of memories repressed is causing the pain should in fact alter my pain as Sarno's say's revealing this takes the trick of causing the pain to advert a more serious outcome like rage and therefore loosing everything in the process of a maddening fit.
I could see myself telling so many people off, my anger abounds! Like Jesus when he flipped the tables of the money changers as they sat in the temple. As an example I suppose we can and rightfully so flip out when we see injustice as it is so repressed in our society. We hate billion airs not because they have what they have and we are jealous but because they have an ability to feed the needy and have no conscience to change it.
In the last year I have turned that anger towards God because he is the most powerful but continues to allow these things to happen. I am mystified by it all the whole bible and Gods reasoning and in that I am afraid to be angry at God. Like a child who is in pain holding on to his mother not understanding why this is happening he finds comfort with being held but still endures the teething. Unfortunately I have lost my comfort with my Lord.
I've seen a lot, grew up in the ghetto, walking to school protecting my little brother and sister from 2cnd grade to 6th grade. Got beat up a lot and always took the beating while I yelled run. run. run, to school to them (reverse racism). Took care of my dad, took care of my mom and everything in between I feel so spent. Yes I am totally afraid of the trappings of life when all I see a mile ahead is a for sale sign trying to make me broke.
Fear rules me as of now and I suppose I need to let that out. I feel so tapped out I really don't know where this tiny bit of faith that I have is coming from.