Today, after sending a happy birthday email to a dear friend whom I've not seen for quite some time, she replied: Thank you! How are you? To which I replied:
I'm well and actually, tranquil (at least for now) 😊 🌈
Rather than seeing myself as a life raft, transporting all of my loved ones safely through every set of rapids until we reach a distant shore, I envision my processor as a supportive compass, voicing compassionate words of comfort in hopes of providing a calming effect, which minimizes muscular tension that deprives our blood vessels of oxygen necessary to re-energize a person's clear-headed intelligence to remain fully focused upon achieving heartfelt goals ever more successfully throughout each next stage of life. And if you wonder what catalyzed this change for the better in my attitude (regarding my newly relaxed self image), I'd say: Thank goodness I choose to engage in sessions of EMDR therapy, which channel my thought processor toward identifying subconscious attitudes that proved in need of intuitive re-consideration ever since I lost sight of my true path at the vulnerable age of three when childhood's rapids swept my self image toward the fork in the river where my survival instinct felt so confused as to direct my defense system to construct a life raft that would surely transport all of my deeply confounded, grieving loved ones toward an undisclosed, distant shore where inner peace awaits us all.
Over most of my life, I had no conscious clue that my subconscious fear of seeing myself as unworthy of love was constantly repairing this life raft, which could not possibly secure the emotional safety of every person (beginning with my birth family) whenever fate flung another turbulent set of mind-darkening rapids across our path, releasing our defense systems to sweep our confounded processors' internal compasses off course, again and again, and that was the crux of the story of my life until EMDR therapy encouraged me to see that Mother Nature charges each person, grown to adulthood, with being accountable for securing an internal compass, which, pointing to true north, guides the existential nature of our think tanks toward constructing a personal life raft that seeks calm waters in which to ponder ever more deeply into the disruptive nature of one's own despairing emotional turbulence, which separates us from realizing heartfelt goals, and having come to see that each adult is charged with setting one's sights upon paddling toward that distant shoreline where inner peace awaits to welcome every wearied time traveler, who seeks to grow self aware, home—each at his or her own pace—I (having taken precautions to burn no bridges while my intuitive powers coach the wounded portion of my self esteem to heal itself of childhood's festering wounds) feel eager to warmly embrace every wounded warrior, whose self awareness sends out signals of readiness to tune into intuitive need to work at self healing as has clearly as has been true of me over these past several years.
Over most of my life, I had no conscious clue that my subconscious fear of seeing myself as unworthy of love was constantly repairing this life raft, which could not possibly secure the emotional safety of every person (beginning with my birth family) whenever fate flung another turbulent set of mind-darkening rapids across our path, releasing our defense systems to sweep our confounded processors' internal compasses off course, again and again, and that was the crux of the story of my life until EMDR therapy encouraged me to see that Mother Nature charges each person, grown to adulthood, with being accountable for securing an internal compass, which, pointing to true north, guides the existential nature of our think tanks toward constructing a personal life raft that seeks calm waters in which to ponder ever more deeply into the disruptive nature of one's own despairing emotional turbulence, which separates us from realizing heartfelt goals, and having come to see that each adult is charged with setting one's sights upon paddling toward that distant shoreline where inner peace awaits to welcome every wearied time traveler, who seeks to grow self aware, home—each at his or her own pace—I (having taken precautions to burn no bridges while my intuitive powers coach the wounded portion of my self esteem to heal itself of childhood's festering wounds) feel eager to warmly embrace every wounded warrior, whose self awareness sends out signals of readiness to tune into intuitive need to work at self healing as has clearly as has been true of me over these past several years.
And that's your loquacious friend's way of responding:
"I'm fine. How are you?"
LOL!
Annie
BTW: Discretion suggested that this particular friend, who just earned her PhD in psychology, would not be inclined to send out the men in white coats with a straight jacket, size 4 petite, in hopes of saving me from roaming around, 24/7, ever more deeply into the growing expanse of my think tank🌞
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