I am a survivor. Was it really me who endured such dark events? I now have access to the sun. The suncatcher in my window splinters light into rainbows, reaching out across the floorboards and walls, like fingers of hope. The darkness has been vanquished and I can see where I am going. To solidify the... Continue Reading →
My Life goals haven't changed all that much throughout the years. I guess the bar has been lifted higher, so the goals have expanded and become buoyant. I wanted so much to have a happy home, without screaming and friction. Oh, and I wanted to live, to see what it would be like to make... Continue Reading →
Never again to put up with cruelty masked as sarcasm or humour. Never again enduring cruelty, the sort taking low blows and lifting up the other whilst grinding me into the dirt. No more shame or feeling ashamed. I have been on a twenty year odyssey to reclaim the life they tried to take away. No more. I... Continue Reading →
The lady who helped reconstruct my life was an elderly Welsh doctor. She was a child therapist, who had been awarded an Order of Australia for her work with abused children. Over three years, she watched me grow, and shake off my demons. Looking at me intently, she remarked, "I thought you were irretrievably broken... Continue Reading →
Fantastic is a great word! It conjures up joy and excitement. What is fantastic about your life right now? I have fantastic people in my life. My life is crazy-busy, and I just wish I had more time to see everyone. One-on-one time is special, as are chance meetings and impromptu gatherings. I have friends who... Continue Reading →
For someone who loves parties, I am unsure of having them for myself. When I left home, imprinted in my soul was a dread of celebratory occasions such as birthdays and Christmas. They would be spoiled, a combination of family tension building up, alcohol and drugs, expectations not met and complete exhaustion. My last... Continue Reading →
This one is hard! Why do we find it difficult to uncover our hidden talents? I have been shortlisted for awards, such as in the Bobby Goldsmith greeting card competition. I love art! Correspondence School was situated in William St, Kings Cross, and I visited several times during the year to meet up with my... Continue Reading →
I love this so much! It’s a natural tendency to try and make people feel better, but sometimes the best thing we can do is to sit with the person and their pain with empathy.
Because you can’t, sometimes things just can’t be fixed
Just cheer up, it will be okay!
Just take a deep breath and calm down.
Just count to 10 or walk away.
We’re having trouble getting pregnant.
Just adopt! Just relax! Just stopping trying!
We think these above statements are empathy. But, really they are pity filled sympathetic responses to provide that quick fix; our attempt to try to make it better.
It seems like empathy skills are missing for a lot of us. We aren’t taught how to be empathic and, I think, we even sometimes think we would rather have sympathy than empathy.
Sympathy is I feel for you; pity.
Empathy is I feel with you; I get it.
A think a major confusion is that we are mistaken in thinking that we must have gone through the exact same…
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Some of the best things in my life: The best days happen when you aren't expecting them, so keep your eyes open. I have often been on high-alert for bad stuff, the adrenaline corroding my soul like battery acid. I am tired of it. Wonderful things are happening right now, ready to make contact... Continue Reading →