Reconnecting for life.

Sadness was not permitted, not tolerated. Not the anger that is the usual repressive force in people's lives driving them deeper down into depressive existence, but no crying, that was a step too far for my parents. Anger was always waiting in readiness to explode, to react any other way than to stand one's ground and fight was a sure sign of weakness. Crying and cowering was the wimp's way... ...more to the point, it was an unwanted reflection of the pain and fear that permeated my family's dynamics. We had to take the beatings, the violent verbal lashings as if not a part of the game, as if it didn't happen to us at all, as if it wasn't meant to hurt. It's no wonder my cries in the dark belong to frustrated attempts to put the world right, to put my world right, detached from the grief lurking beneath. Reality has it that one can not think one's way out of that which ails us. We need to reconnect to our bodies when they tell us so often in vain that they cave in to send us a clear message we need to stop, take notice, take stock. Be at one especially if that means feeling the pain. What we avoid always brings us back to what we must face. The best way we can respect ourselves is in respect of that. 👇Excerpt from When the body says NO. ~ Gabor Mate.