Baseball65
Beloved Grand Eagle
In spite of the many comments I do make on this board, I read and pass on many, many more...... The context of the sufferer's dilemma presumes some sort of perfect, unscathed existence.
I was perusing a regular returning sufferer's post this morning when It occurred to me that one of the breakthrough things that disabled a lot my anxiety and subsequent TMS symptoms, is getting OK with dying. You could take the best care of yourself available, get MRI'd every morning before breakfast and have your own private MD at your side.... and your still gonna die. That's it. Just ask Michael Jackson
Everybody dies. NOT everybody lives. Sarno pointed towards living...
Part of the Hypochondria , OCD, Anxiety that TMS symptoms give us is "Oh God... what did I fuck up now?....I'm gonna Die!"
Banged head "Oh no.... I have a concussion"
Sore arm "Oh no.... I have a torn ligament"
creaky hip "Oh No... I have arthritis"
So our brain, in it's alleged quest to keep us well, is actually destroying and stealing our LIFE from us minute by minute, using fear of some bogeyman that ultimately isn't there. I am not saying this from some privileged reference frame. I am SCREAMING this from the past experience of a fellow sufferer who doesn't want you to lose your life worrying about preserving it. Part of life involves some natural wear and tear. I have a lot of scars. I am missing a few teeth. I walk funny. My Face is fucked up... it's OK!
It's NOT your life anyways... it was given to you.... either by Your parents and ancestors, if your of the scientific persuasion, or By GOD if your like me and of the seeking persuasion...regardless, the whole thought of 'MY life' is what has you worried about 'MY pain' or My Toe' or 'My TMS'.... You GET to be here. The carpenter told us "The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand"... That means right now. Not in some future somewhere that I may or may not get to.
Our modern snowflake theory taught us that each one of us is so very precious. Remember Sarno pointing out that certain Native american tribes have no pronoun for "I" ? As social media, advertising and our culture gets so 'me' oriented, we have more and more peculiar symptoms, and obsessions about old ones that have made ourselves miserable. We spend minutes that turn to hours micro-inspecting how we feel, and our life is running like water through a sieve... You haven't even lived and your afraid of dying>? You are already dead. Sartre is giggling at you.
I am the high priest of "Get that anger out on the floor and dance with it!", but I have omitted a huge part of staying free of TMS. When I have nothing to pray for, or about, I am constantly making lists of Bitchin' things in my life that I am grateful for. My Sons... My ability to play an instrument... My Friends,... Dr. Sarno... books.... ability to think and support myself....you guys.... my work... my boss.... food in my fridge...all of the life I have gotten to live up to this very moment.
When that stuff begins to flood my mind, I don't have a lot of spare attention for 'how does my leg feel?' or worse "How do I feel?"..... I got free of that checking and rechecking via the tools we all have here and I can just enjoy doing laps around the inner solar system with the other passengers. If it ends today, it's been a hell of a ride.....
You are not special or important. Neither am I. Thank GOD.
now go out and enjoy the gift.
peace
I was perusing a regular returning sufferer's post this morning when It occurred to me that one of the breakthrough things that disabled a lot my anxiety and subsequent TMS symptoms, is getting OK with dying. You could take the best care of yourself available, get MRI'd every morning before breakfast and have your own private MD at your side.... and your still gonna die. That's it. Just ask Michael Jackson
Everybody dies. NOT everybody lives. Sarno pointed towards living...
Part of the Hypochondria , OCD, Anxiety that TMS symptoms give us is "Oh God... what did I fuck up now?....I'm gonna Die!"
Banged head "Oh no.... I have a concussion"
Sore arm "Oh no.... I have a torn ligament"
creaky hip "Oh No... I have arthritis"
So our brain, in it's alleged quest to keep us well, is actually destroying and stealing our LIFE from us minute by minute, using fear of some bogeyman that ultimately isn't there. I am not saying this from some privileged reference frame. I am SCREAMING this from the past experience of a fellow sufferer who doesn't want you to lose your life worrying about preserving it. Part of life involves some natural wear and tear. I have a lot of scars. I am missing a few teeth. I walk funny. My Face is fucked up... it's OK!
It's NOT your life anyways... it was given to you.... either by Your parents and ancestors, if your of the scientific persuasion, or By GOD if your like me and of the seeking persuasion...regardless, the whole thought of 'MY life' is what has you worried about 'MY pain' or My Toe' or 'My TMS'.... You GET to be here. The carpenter told us "The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand"... That means right now. Not in some future somewhere that I may or may not get to.
Our modern snowflake theory taught us that each one of us is so very precious. Remember Sarno pointing out that certain Native american tribes have no pronoun for "I" ? As social media, advertising and our culture gets so 'me' oriented, we have more and more peculiar symptoms, and obsessions about old ones that have made ourselves miserable. We spend minutes that turn to hours micro-inspecting how we feel, and our life is running like water through a sieve... You haven't even lived and your afraid of dying>? You are already dead. Sartre is giggling at you.
I am the high priest of "Get that anger out on the floor and dance with it!", but I have omitted a huge part of staying free of TMS. When I have nothing to pray for, or about, I am constantly making lists of Bitchin' things in my life that I am grateful for. My Sons... My ability to play an instrument... My Friends,... Dr. Sarno... books.... ability to think and support myself....you guys.... my work... my boss.... food in my fridge...all of the life I have gotten to live up to this very moment.
When that stuff begins to flood my mind, I don't have a lot of spare attention for 'how does my leg feel?' or worse "How do I feel?"..... I got free of that checking and rechecking via the tools we all have here and I can just enjoy doing laps around the inner solar system with the other passengers. If it ends today, it's been a hell of a ride.....
You are not special or important. Neither am I. Thank GOD.
now go out and enjoy the gift.
peace